Overthinking and overwhelmed. .

The overthinking isn't as bad as the overwhelmed part. Again, another evening of feeling rushed, even though, bless my husband for dinner out with the kids. I just get overwhelmed by trying to a working female with a family. I work about 45 hours a week, plus come home & do most of the domestic duties of the house. My husband has the hardest part of entertaining our youngest so I can get things done. I get very manic at times, because I have to come home & start doing things around the house, which is when I turn on my pandora & listen to music. Keeping calm as best I can. Then I rush around & I'm wore out, I don't sleep well, which makes things worse.. I'm babbling, I know.. I'm going to rest now .. another time I will return..

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