Crazy Busy

Life has been crazy lately.  I feel like I spend every waking minute of my week days working, cooking dinner, feeding EH, and then crashing at bedtime.  Weekends are equally as hectic since it's full time baby care in addition to trying to get all of the household chore essentials (laundry, vacuuming, etc.) done, since there's no time during the week to do those things.  Add on top of that there's usually some sort of social commitment that we want to attend that keeps us up past our 9 p.m. bedtime AND factor in the fact that EH has been really sick and waking up in the middle of the night again and you have one exhausted mommy.

This past four day weekend?  It flew by in a flash, I feel like I accomplished almost nothing (although I actuallly DID a lot, there's just a lot left to be done) and I don't feel like I had a minute to relax, let alone blog.  I'm taking some time to write this now, but know that it's stressing me out just thinking about all of the other things that I should be doing.  It sucks.  I feel so stressed that my chest feels tight and I'm worried that I'm going to give myself a self-stress-induced  I had hoped to go out and do some Christmas shopping, but I barely even left the house, let alone accomplish anything on the shopping front. I know that we can probably do most of our shopping online, but I don't necessarily view that as a good thing, since I enjoy going out and doing Christmas shopping and it would give me some much needed time to myself.


I have dozens and dozens of pictures that I want to go through, edit, and post about, but I'm struggling to find the time.  Every evening I say "Tomorrow I am going to do computer time," and yet somehow something more important always pops up that takes priority.  I keep thinking that things will calm down soon, and I hope that someday I'm right about that, but so far that doesn't seem to be the case.  I go go go until I crash at night, and hopefully on this particular night that crashing will happen sooner rather than later.  When I do force myself to relax, it feels... well... forced.  Not genuine, and not really relaxing at all. 

We've actually done a lot during the past month, including taking EH on his first long (more than four hours) road trip, to Philadelphia. And so, instead of going on and on about how stressed I feel (which only makes me feel more stressed) I'm going to end this with a cute little video of EH and a promise to myself - TOMORROW I AM GOING TO SPEND THE EVENING DOING STUFF ON MY COMPUTER. 

(Video is from the car ride to Philadelphia.  It might be one of those things that's only funny/cute to us because we're his parents.  Oh well, this is my blog. I suppose I'm allowed to post those sorts of things.)