I'm Fine. Maybe

Hi!  How are you?

Good?  Good!

Me? Oh, um, I'm fine.  Yeah, that's it.  I'm fine.

What do you mean you don't believe me?  

Oh, I normally answer with "fantastic"?  Yeah, I guess you're right, that is kinda my word.  Nope, not fantastic, sorry.

Actually, I guess if I'm being honest, I'm not even fine.  

I.Am.Overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed with virtually every aspect of my life, both personal and professional.

We're entering our busy season at work, except it seems to have started early this year and I already have visions of not being able to keep up.  Visions of early mornings, short lunches and paperwork when the phones have finally gone silent at the end of the day.  

I volunteered at my last 3-Day for the Cure Get Started Meeting last night but spent the last hour finally catching up on e-mails related to the 3-Day.  Team Boobs, Sweat & Tears has a fundraising Spaghetti Dinner and Silent Auction in May.  Posing for Pink has a Calendar Release Party in June, and a golf tournament in July.  Hard to believe the event is already in August.  It will be here before we know it!

I'm pretty sure that for every shirt I wash, my sons dirty another 4 pairs of shorts, and for every pair of jeans I wash my boys go through 6 shirts.  While I finally have a functioning washer and dryer in my house and don't need to go to the laundromat, my laundry mountains aren't turning into hills.  Not to mention, the laundry is trying to kill me.  In the last two weeks I have slipped on the concrete floor in the laundry room when the tub overflowed and tripped over my two year old while carrying two baskets full of clean laundry.  Concrete floor, hardwood floor.  Nothing makes me feel older than falling and being stiff and sore within minutes.

My youngest son will be 3 soon, and my oldest is almost done with his year of kindergarten.  They are growing and changing every day and I feel like I blink and miss something.  

My e-mail is out of control, I haven't actually blogged in weeks, I can't remember the last time I commented on a blog and I send an average of two tweets a week.  

I promised my sister a quilt for a friend and that friend is going to have a baby any day.  The quilt is still in squares on my ironing board.

I need more hours in my day and I need those hours to slow down just a little bit too.

I know this isn't unique to me, and I know that it really is just a season in my life.  Soon my children will be old and grown, and I'll be lamenting about how I have nothing to do.

But, for now, I'm going to hit publish and go cross something off my list, even if it is only this: To do: blog.