My Hijacked Life

For at least the past year I feel my life has been hijacked. It has escalated to an almost depressing status as of late. Between 3 kids, a full time job, a Brownie troop, keeping my home, and a husband with Fibro, my me time? It is non-existant. Most nights I am asleep on the couch insanely early, or I have to stay up insanely late trying to get things done. I feel like each day I just hang on and hope everyone is fed, cleaned, and at the right school. I am really missing the parts of my life that used to be mine. I haven't scrapped in over a year. I haven't gotten on the treadmill in months. My eyebrows are even a mess. Yet, I try not to feel sorry for myself because at least I"m not in pain every day. Brian's disease management has all but failed in the past month. He's in rough shape, so I work harder doing all things house and kid related so he won't have to. I am feeling like something better give before my sanity does, but there really isn't anything that can give. I think the only thing I can currently do is to remember it's situational. Even my blog is all but dead. Sigh.