of not knowing when the change of seasons will hit me hardest and begin the downward spiral of the winter months, the fear that i won’t get everything done in time before i can’t handle more than a few loads of laundry and maybe loading the dishwasher – and i feel like i’m stuck between a very huge 8-ball and a very hard wall. but this year there’s more…there’s definitely a lot more against me. (or if i choose, i could say it’s pushing me forward rather than holding me back!) two nights a week of dance class, hoping to find a daisy troop for my oldest that will allow 