Am I the only one?

broken by the machine of modern parenting

I’ve wanted to write here and had so many things to say and couldn’t because I didn’t have the time to say them. I don’t exactly have the time now either, just scribbling this unpolished note after dropping one kid off, then coming home to retrieve the other, then dropping him off, and now 90 minutes at home before I leave again to go pick one up, then later the other. It is Friday night at 6:03pm as I write this. I have been on “fall break” this week from my paying job, but I haven’t really stopped much at all with the other things required of me.

I guess I’ll get to the point and say I’m not okay. It takes a lot for me to admit that, but a lot arrived. I have been going-going-going-going for too long to remember anything else, and I am afraid if I stop, I will not restart, but the stop is coming. I can feel it. Years ago, I would say – both aloud to friends and silently to myself – that the pace of my life is not sustainable, but the dangerous thing about capacity is that you keep ex…