I do a lot. I hear it all the time: "I don't know how you do it all" I don't know how. It never felt like much and I gladly took on more whenever an opportunity to help someone crossed my radar. Sure. I can do that. And I did; and it didn't seem like any trouble at all. Job, kids, teaching, students, grading, crafts, church, gym, homemaking, reading for pleasure--got it. Done. It just all worked.
Lately though, I'm just exhausted. My list of things to do for friends, family, crafts/etsy, adoption, teaching, research, conference planning, student assistance, advising, church volunteering, and self-care (hello, gym? It's been a month. Miss you! Haircut? Who has time for those?) suddenly feels entirely impossibly too much. My post-it note system looks like a ticker-tape parade. There are never ever enough minutes between things to do any meaningful small tasks and so they pile up while I take 5 minutes to blog or check email (oh, look, another student with another disaster for me to fix). I say I'll get to them after bedtime or on my research day or tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. During a call with a co-author today I had to commit to our next meeting and flipped to my calendar to see my next block of time where I could meet with her was May 15. I'm buried.
And with that, I teach again in 10 minutes. Useful way to spend 5 minutes? Debatable. But cathartic and real.