Juggling

Here is how I picture my life on most days. See all the plates? It's my job to keep them spinning evenly and on the little sticks. I must not let them crash to the ground. The plates are all of the things in my life. I'm okay as long as it's only 3 or 4 plates ... but lately I've got about 8 plates spinning, with 3 or 4 in crisis mode and so I feel like my head is being crushed between two large bricks. It's not painful, as in it's not causing a headache, it's just that I feel as tho I'm not making good decisions, I'm probably saying and doing things that don't make sense and in the long run I hope they don't cause me more problems. I don't have enough time to spend with people or enough energy. I think if I were able to go to bed earlier, and get up earlier and have a more solid routine in my life everything would work better. But I don't seem to be able to make that happen ... so I keep rushing from plate to plate. I don't like it. It's unbalanced. LightHusband loves it. He thrives rushing around from crisis to crisis, saving the day one more time. I do not like living like this. I wish I could just buy a routine from Sears and then it would work for me.