You know it's bad when you haven't had time to get a haircut in seven months and you have to skip lunch to find the time to do it. Why is it when the going gets tough, we moms often stop taking care of ourselves to make more time to take care of everyone else? I mean, when you have to skip eating to do one little thing for yourself, that's about as oxymoronic as you can get. I had told myself this year would be different. That I would say no to some things. That I would cut some things out.

Instead, I've managed to do even worse. I continue to say yes. (Although, to be fair, some of those things are a welcome distraction from the mixture of mayhem and monotony that can consume me. ) Heck, I've even managed to volunteer myself for some things.

And I think that's what's most frustrating of all: That I bring so much of my stress upon myself. Especially since there's so much I want to do for me. I want to finish one of the five books I've started. I want to dust off my bike. I want to take one of those super fun painting classes from Spirited Expressions.  I want to take an entire afternoon and actually shop... not just walk in, find what I need, and hurry out. I want to eat sushi. I want to spend an afternoon laying on the couch like a slug and watch an entire series on Netflix.

Yet, I don't want to miss a single moment with my family.

Rock. Hard spot. Me.

I haven't found that family/work/me balance yet. But I'm looking for it. If you know where to find it, I'd love for you to point me in the right direction. Though I must warn you--I'm terrible at taking advice. Even that which is my own.