I’m not a happy camper these days.Â Even though I don’t think things have changed, I’m feeling totally overwhelmed.Â My house is always a mess, my kids are always crying, my wife is never home, I’m not eating well, and I only ran 10 miles last week.
Those first three things above aren’t really true, they just seem like it to me.Â The last two, however, are definitely true.Â Poor eating habits have begun to resurface and I only ran 10 miles–that’s it.Â Two 5-mile runs on two different days was all the exercise I managed to get last week.Â That’s not going to cut it.
I don’t know what’s going on in my head.Â Things were supposed to get easier for me this Fall.Â After all, I’ve got two mornings per week to get things done with no children “helping” me.Â But so far, it hasn’t really happened.Â I’m not organizing my time well and everything seems so overwhelming to me that I’m paralyzed into doing nothing.
Most of the problem revolves around the fact that I haven’t had any quality “me” time for a while.Â Every spare moment lately has been spent working in the yard, shuttling the kids around, running on the treadmill, or taking care of sick kids.Â I haven’t had a poker night, a round of golf, a beer with a bud, or a date with my wife in a really long time and it’s starting to take its toll on me.
I’ve got to find a way to balance my job with my hobbies.Â In the past, taking time for myself has always been easy.Â But for some reason, these days it seems like there’s not enough time in the day to get everything done so taking time off for myself feels selfish.Â Maybe I need to sleep less so that I can get more done?Â Maybe I just need to be more efficient during the day?Â Maybe both?