Where does it go and why doesn’t it tell me when it’s coming back. My life has become a huge jumble of things. None of which equal any me-time. Work and kids, work and kids. The days blend into one another. I look up and another month has gone by and what have I accomplished. In regards to work, alot I guess. In regards to kids, alot again. In regards to anything else, NOTHING. When I do get a little free time i’m bored out of my mind, but too tired to do anything. I know there is more out there than this and I’m not really wanting a whole lot I don’t think. Just a little bit. Just a sliver. Just something to hold onto before I pass out from lack of sleep. You would think since I’m not getting anything done I would at least get plenty of sleep. Not remotely. I spend hours sitting around thinking I need to do this or that and I want to do this or that, but when it comes right down to it, i’m too tired. It’s no so much of a physical tireness but a mental one. I spend so much of my day stressed out about this or that ( all work related ) that when the end of the day comes my brain shuts down. I don’t have the motivation to do it. When I do manage to get the motivation and the chance to do something, it never fails that a last minute something happens. I can’t say I’m a unhappy person. My short attention span doesn’t let me dwell on bad things for too long. I just want more. More what i can’t say for sure but i know this is more. I’m not greedy.. I don’t need alot.. just a little.. please.. just a little.