*tap tap tap* Is this thing still on?
I've been a bit overwhelmed.
Even when my boyz were like ages 1, 2 and 4; or even 2, 3, and 5 (holy crap - did those years actually happen?), I can't remember a summer's past where I felt so underwater.
One step forward, two steps back.
Work is demanding.
Running a household is demanding.
Keeping track of the boyz' summer schedules is a job in itself.
All-Star baseball with Eldest playing and Hubby head-coaching is KILLING ME. (Nevermind what it's doing to Hubby between HIS work and HIS home life - which is nonexistent.)
Middle has spent more time AWAY from the Trenches than in it. He is now back in Connecticut with my sister this week, by his own choice. Hi, guilt.
I think there's a pack of rotted mushrooms in my fridge that has been there since May.
My kitchen floor is no longer its original color. I last cleaned it the beginning of June.
Blogging demands and obligations are piling up.
I'm giving a presentation to my department tomorrow on social media that I've barely thought about (oh, the irony).
I have a possible work trip in the fall. To AMSTERDAM.
During football season. Which starts in less than a month.
We are throwing a party next week for my brother Dan. Who is shipping to Afghanistan for a year.
The party we are throwing is less than 2 days before our Cape vacation starts. Our Cape vacation that I am going to with just Middle and Baby, while Hubby and Eldest stay home. For baseball. They will arrive sometime later that week.
And exercise? What's that?! I profess to be a "runner" and yet I've logged about uh, ZERO miles for the month of July.
I hate the way I feel both physically AND mentally.
Yet please know that I fully realize that all of this stress is nothing dramatic, and certainly nothing life-threatening.
I am utterly thankful we are healthy. That we are able to enjoy vacations. That we have a close family. That our boyz are thriving and active and well.
Just, sometimes, it gets to be too much. With no end in sight.
And that's how I'm feeling today.