The dog ate my blog post

I've been feeling overwhelmed lately. I'm not sure why, but maybe it's having two kids, a job and a house to take care of. That seems like a lame excuse, though, since my job is part-time and - sock-strewing spouse notwithstanding - I've got lots of help with the kids and the house. Sure, I've got the extra-special bonus feature of having MS, which leaves me profoundly weary, (don't tell my mom; she gets upset,) but I know there are women out there who manage much more with much less in the way of back-up.

At the end of the day, I can't seem to muster the energy or focus to balance the check book, (don't tell my dad; he lectures,) let alone string a few words together to form a sentence - so you can just forget about my writing a whole blog post.

The funny thing is, I don't even feel guilty about it. Used to be, if week went by and I hadn't posted, anxiety would drive me to the key board. Lately, when it occurs to me how long it's been since I last tapped out anything beyond a vaguely coherent email regarding play dates, I just wait five minutes for my brain to move on to the next thing I've neglected to do. This is either progress - I'm finally cutting myself some slack - or a sign that I'm clinically depressed.

I'd write more at this point, but you know, whatever.