Falling Behind

It seems as though I have a weight sitting on my chest.  It's the weight of all the things I need to do.  I've been carrying it around with me, happily ignoring how heavy it is.  All of a sudden, though, I know how much it weighs.  It gets heavier everyday. 

Tasks keep piling on top of me like the laundry in the hamper.  I make lists, but they're just for show.  They only give me relief and help me relax for a short time before I realize it was pointless.  The lists work for me as well as closing the bathroom door when I shower.

I have commitments to others, promises I've made to myself, daily responsibilities, places to go.  Most important, I have 4 children to raise and love.  All of this to do and I really just want to go back to bed.  If I could focus on anything for 10 minutes, maybe I could figure it out, find the areas I could ask for help in, make the lists work for me.  Who has 10 minutes?

A day late in linking up...