pms moment

i apologize for my drunken typing the other night. worse than drunk dialing, it's there in black and white.

thinking about how others are getting work burnout, and i am getting just regular old life burnout. i just feel so rushed all the time. i rush to get owen out the door in the morning, rush to work, rush home, rush to make dinner/do house & yard projects/ see people i'm "neglecting." it's just non-stop.

it's not that i don't love my job, and i love being a mom... but it's almost as though, when i'm at work, i feel guilty that i'm not home wiht owen. and when i'm at home, i feel guilty that i'm not working nights and weekends at work! there's no winning involved!!

and i come home at the end of the day, and i'm just toast. each morning, i can barely squeeze my eyes open. there's no sleeping in, no shitting in peace, no doing anything without someone pulling at me (either emotionally or literally).

it's like, some days, i just want to do everything for me and let everybody and everything else just fall by the wayside.