I Can’t Even Think.
I am so busy, I can’t even think straight.
I have taken it upon myself to work until I can’t keep my eyes open at night. I’m teaching three students, substituting at every possible opportunity, running my kids around whenever they need me, and now I have a new dog to walk – who desperately needs to be walked a lot – at least twice daily.
In addition, I’m planning college road trips. Normally, I have these things planned six months in advance, complete with hotel reservations and lists of highly rated area restaurants. But today, I realized that I had only made one hotel reservation for a three-night trip – and we leave in a few days!
Sometimes at night, I don’t even have time to watch television, because I’m catching up on all the stuff I was supposed to do during the day. And in the midst of all this, I am still eating virtually nothing (for health reasons) and I’m getting ready to embark on softball season, when I will play three times a week.
This is probably how most of the world lives all the time. I’ve heard about it, and seen it on TV. Americans are way too stressed out for their own good.
But I have never done this to myself. Usually, I allow myself to take a day off here and there. Ever since Xena died, though, I feel like there’s no time for time off. If I don’t stay busy, I might crack.
So I am waaaaay too busy to write a blog today.