I know.

I'm a little distracted these days.

It's not just my work. The work that catches in my throat each morning and forces my blood pressure to reach levels equivalent to a post-op cardiac patient on my morning commute.

It's not just the overwhelming commitment I have made by plunging backwards into a whole new program at school and suspending my eyelids open each night with toothpicks while flipping through the pages of Up From Slavery.

It's not just battling bedtime, bath time, teeth brushing time and 'for the love of God, if Pre-school expects him to magically know how to wipe his own ass now that he is four then they should probably make the parents aware of such expectations!'

It's The Three.
Rolled up.
Held together with horrific amounts of stress and bound with the alarmed sense that paying particular attention to only one facet of my life will have detrimental effects on the others.

I confess. I like to stay busy. I like a sense of purpose and idle hands do make me nervous. However, recently I've begun to feel the slender rip that has been creeping down the center of my being as I attempt to juggle these responsibilities.

Full time work
Full time school
Full time mom

My trio of identities. What I chose.