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Ya know that feeling when you're being stretched too many directions and juggling too many things and you wonder how much you can hold and how far you can go before you just break? Yeah, I was there. Not only did I feel like it was just.too.much. but I wasn't doing any of it well. And if you're going to do something, what's the point if you don't give it your best?

I didn't completely fall apart but sorta fell...in. I imploded. I stopped just about everything for some moments and got analytical and emotional and well the whole thing was a little depressing so I won't go into it. But it was like I just stopped and kinda went into auto pilot doing the things I had to do because if I didn't who would? As I was just trying to function I realized there were more than several things I wasn't doing very well and I was a little surprised about which things I wasn't doing well actually bothered me.

I've been thinking more about my role as a housewife & mom, and a woman. It seems that something shifts when we get married and/or have babies. Just being a woman, being ourselves is somehow now it's own little thing set to the side for another day when we have more time because everyone else needs so much right.at.this.moment. Or maybe that's just me thinking too much again? I don't mean just taking time to get dressed, fix our hair or put on a little makeup {if you enjoy it} but time to do whatever we enjoy without feeling guilty about it. And again, maybe it's just me.