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I've been nursing a headache migraine since last night.  They are pretty rare for me, but miserable all the same.  The last month and a half I've been having neck issues too…usually starts in the morning and gets worse throughout the day – mostly related to tightness in my shoulders.  All muscular.

All stress-induced.

I'm not dealing with stress well for some reason.

I feel like things are breathing down my neck and I am incapable or inadequate to do them, much less do them well.  I'm got my feet dipped in too many things, I think.  And yet they are all GOOD and wonderful things. 

PTA took about 25 hours out of me this last week.   That's too much.

TREK took very little of me this week, but should have taken a LOT more.  Next week will need to be devoted to it.

Gourmet Club should have taken more too.  Donna and I are hosting on 9/19 a "Fresh from the Market" dinner.  It will be fun, but requires so much work.  And I bet she's worried that I won't get my part done (I will, of course).

I'm doing a rehearsal dinner video for Mark and Anne's wedding…I'm super excited to do it, that is a fun thing, but I am hoping to devote more time to it too.

We're doing our "Women of Light" program again, this time for the whole Stake.  I have a few things to worry about with that.

And of course…

I'm a mom.

I'm a wife.

I'm a sister.

I'm a daughter.

My desire is to be not just good, but great at those roles.  Those are my God-given roles.  Heaven forbids me to fail at those.

And people need to be fed, clothed with clean clothes, made to practice piano, driven to soccer, taekwondo and piano, and nurtured and nourished spiritually and emotionally along the way.

I'm not any different than any other woman I know.  We're all working at the same kinds of things.  All in all, I think I'm doing an OK job of juggling it all, but lately I feel the weight of it on my shoulders the most.

So today, I'm nursing myself.  Derek's taken over – they're all out of the house.  I'm still in pajamas.  Reading a book.  Catching up on the blog.  Sending some e-mails, and heading back to bed again. 

Some rest.  Some quiet.  Some down time – that's the cure for what ails me.