About every ten days or so, I ponder why on earth I’m so incredibly busy. I’ll think I have a free week, but before I know it, every night except one has filled up, and my floors get crummy and my laundry piles up while time marches on and events happen in a flurry. Church! Birthday parties! Volunteering! Running! Babysitting! Burgers across the street! And so I run and run until I find myself emotionally unstable in all my ways….