The mundaness of routine irks me. Lately everything irks me. This is quite possibly due to the incremental stress that has been placed upon my life. Dealing with family is one thing, dealing with work another, but dealing with fosters plus throw in trying to honor my charitable/volunteering efforts and its a whole mess of soggy cheerios in spoilt milk. Where's the time for me? Where's the time to kick back and relax? It doesn't exist in my life. Even when I do try to make me time, there's no time to relax because of all the piling chores/renovations/house stuff/family issues/being there for friends/feeling guilty when I'm not, that I need to take care of but have been delaying because I'm too busy trying to juggle it all.
Sometimes I wish i could just disappear, even if its just for a few minutes. Im sure I could accomplish a lot in a few minutes. That's the problem with people like me, the clock is always ticking, and the heart racing to complete the next task. As soon as one thing is crossed off the list, theres another waiting with a new deadline. I just dont have the time to breathe let alone sit down and ponder on life. I barely have time relax to take a crap because I'm too busy trying to think of what to do next.
It's people like me who love to complain about being busy, yet when we aren't busy, we complain about being bored. There's just no pleasing assholes.
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