Time, time, time...never enough

I haven't been in the greatest of moods lately.  There isn't any rhyme or reason for it.  Perhaps it's the usual mid-winter blues or the promise of sleepless nights ahead.  I have nothing to complain about - really.  In fact, I've been able to get back into the regular work outs at the gym.  Work is starting to get a little bit easier.  The baby is growing to be strong and healthy.  I'm helping out with the cooking by making paleo crockpot dishes and that feels good.  Damema is uncomfortable but we've found a good way to manage together as a team.  Our friends have rallied around us and are helping us get as prepped for the baby as possible.

Which might bring me to the thing...the thing that has gotten in my way.  Time.  There is still so much to do to get ready and the thing that will get us there is time devoted to the projects.  Every minute is taken up with work, CrossFit, sleep...rinse and repeat.  When we do have a minute we're both so exhausted we can't really move.  What's going to happen when this kid is here?  Move we must!  Here I am after a long weekend (due to a monster snow storm) and other than shoveling I have nothing to show for the extra time.  Yesterday we relaxed and watched movies all day, when I could have been working on the baby room.  I still have to vacuum, do the dishes, (thankfully I did the laundry on friday), clean the bathrooms, dig out the driveway from the plows, take the dog to the vet (he's peeing blood), go to the grocery store, prep food for the week, go to Home Depot, work on the window frames in the baby room, prime the baby room, paint the baby room, continue to move stuff to the basement, pitch the crap, donate the crap, make room, make space, make more room in this chaos which is our house.

Take a deep breath Mel...  all will work out.  It usually does.  Just keep putting one foot in front of the other until everything is done.