I am feeling smothered by responsibility from all directions. 3 jobs can do that to you at times. I am a fairly organised person, Lord help me if I wasn't. I have been neglecting the important things lately. Lost in a sea of phone calls and paperwork. Lost in the chaos of deadlines and idiots. Missing just hangin out on the couch watching a movie with my family. They watch the movie, laughing together. Trying to include me in the family time. Oh I am still present in body, but not in mind. I sit here at my desk plucking away at the mound of papers, hoping to one day soon see the color of my desk below it. They are understanding and try to help, yet I still feel guilty at times.

It was Sunday night, after a hellacious week of this endless work. I think I was to the point of being so overwhelmed with "to-dos" that I couldn't figure out where to start.

Bri and I are sharing a quiet moment of chit chat while the kids are at the pool. We start discussing the layout of our living space. When we moved in, my desk was in a small corner of the living room. It has since turned into 2 desks, 2 file cabinets, briefcases, a humongus fax/phone/scan printer monster and the list goes on. The living room is now my make shift office. The living room has been scrunched into the TV room area (that was designed to be a dining room) We are both feeling cramped and decide we need to regain control of our space.

We work together to form a plan. Making sure that we won't be doing a bunch of work to achieve the same cramped result and that the tv cable and computer cords will all reach new destinations