Spinning Wheels, And Other Analogies

No, I don't mean the spinning wheels, like Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger on in the story.  I mean, my wheels feel like they are spinning out...in the mud or sand or ice.  Like this blog project is getting no where in a big hurry.

Ideally, it is a point of connection for my family our of state.  Ideally, it is a personal history, a journal of sorts.  Ideally, I would be writing every day.  My world is far from ideal a the moment.

At this moment, I feel like this failure to blog is another seam slowly ripping along my straight stitched tidy life, just a thread at a time.  Nothing is a major blow out, but if I don't take the time to fix the little things, the seam will be gaping, and the edges of my life's fabric will begin to fray and there will be permanent damage.

I don't want you to worry.  There isn't anything that will rock our family's world--or my health world, or my children's world.  It is just the fact that working--what essentially amounts to full time--and tryingt o keep up with the house, The Boy, Genius Golfer, my primary class, the neighbors, etc., etc., etc. is  really knocking the wind out of me some days.  Some days I can keep it together.  Others I can't seem to keep my legs under me.

Is this typical for "working moms"?

I hate to use that term--frankly, as all the women I know are "working"--the difference is really just the paycheck.  But this shift in my life over the past almost-a-year-now, feel more acute as I go on.

I'm not saying I'm giving up the blog.  It is a useful tool to unload my mind and even vent about the world I live in.  But I put pressure on myself to write EVERY day and that isn't happening, which then goes on my "still undone" list.  And that self-imposed pressure isn't healthy, surely.

So, while my goal may be to write regularly, that may or may not be daily.  But I've been doing this since June 2008 and it's the best thing I have to say I'm a journal writer.  I don't want to leave it hanging.  So please be patient with me while I sort through my life.

And please don't ask me about my scrapbook project(s).  That is even more discouraging.