Overwhelmed

That seems to be the word I have used the most in the past four months: overwhelmed. According to Merriam-Webster online, to overwhelm means to:
1: upset overthrow
2 a: to cover over completely : submerge b: to overcome by superior force or numbers c: to overpower in thought or feeling

Yep, that about sums it up. It has been just that kind of time for me. I had a fellow blogger email to see if I'm ok since I've been blogging only about "surface" stuff and nothing real deep. She's right about that. I've probably alienated all dozen of you out there who like to come to read about the deep thoughts of a suburban soccer mom, read her dirty little bedroom thoughts and/or listen to me bitch, so you can tell me what a shitbag I am. I know who you are. :) You think I don't notice you, but I do.

Nothing is wrong. I'm just, well, overwhelmed with responsibilities. Not that it is necessarily bad. I have been bombarded with story assignments, which is great because we can use the money. I'll be making calls next week to get bids for a new air conditioning unit for the house, for one. The fence is about to fall down completely. My 5-year-old keeps telling me she wished we had money to replace the kitchen floor and we burned two holes in our office carpet when the fireplace shot out hot embers. *sigh* Not to mention that it is expensive to keep the kids in soccer, baseball, basketball, karate, tennis, tap and ballet dancing. Oh yeah, and tumbling. The kid wants to do tumbling, too.

My Christmas tree is still up in the front room. The decorations are all upstairs lining the walls, minus the nativity and Precious Moments figures which are still on my bar. The kids have three weeks of clean clothes that they haven't put up in their rooms. The dining room needs to be swept, mopped and dusted. I haven't even walked into the upstairs bathroom because I'm afraid of what might crawl out at me. Dishes are piled up in the sink from just one day of not doing them and there is a load of clean dishes in the dishwasher to be put away. I have a clean load of laundry on the couch to be folded up and another load in the drier waiting for me.

On Thursday, I'm going to have my uterine polyp removed and an ablation done at the doctor's office under twilight anesthesia. Of course, LabKat had a procedure with this anesthesia on Monday and woke up. I read about Glenn Beck of CNN having his procedure fouled up. I read about some other celeb whose newborn twins were given a giant dose of heparin and almost died and the hospital didn't tell him about it until after the fact. *giant sigh* So, I'm just anxious. Good thing the doctor gave me the Xanax to take tomorrow and Thursday morning. I think I'll be popping that stuff out.

Mom is recovering well from her open heart surgery and now is wanting more of my time, which I can't give and that gives me a big case of the guilts. So, did I say nothing was wrong? Honestly, nothing is. It is just, well, overwhelming right now.