Frazzled Forever?

I used to think that being frazzled was a temporary condition that could easily be remedied with a bit of extra time. A few less things on the plate and sanity would be restored. Not just sanity, but peace and calmness. With that idea in mind, I anxiously looked forward to the summer when school would be done, and I would finally have the one thing I needed most: TIME. Full days to do whatever needed to be done. Taking care of the kids, cleaning the house, doing laundry, going shopping, making Martha Stewart-like meals, and of course, packing for a quickly-approaching move.

So why then, am I still frazzled? Why am I short with the kids as we're getting ready to spend a lovely morning at the park and splash pad? Shouldn't I be relaxed? I have more time, but don't feel like I'm getting anything accomplished. I'm off work, but still feel stressed out. I think a big part of my problem is my penchant for procrastination. I complain about not getting enough packed, but then take a nap when my kids do. Or read a book.

So, by definition, I am both lazy and frazzled. The antidote to being frazzled is having more time. Yet, given more time, I squander it. Thus, I am resigned to being frazzled forever.

Or, I could blame it all on the move. The packing. The upheaval. The absolute chaos. Yes, that must be it! Once we are in the new house, I will experience the serenity I've been seeking. Except, then I'll need to unpack. And I'll still have to cook, clean, do laundry, etc. By the time I've settled in, by the time I'm ready to embrace my long-awaited sense of peace, it will be time to go back to work...

So, that leaves me back to being frazzled forever.