I feel as if I am a bit out of control. I go to work and really work hard and fast, then come home just "spent." It seems to take me a day or so to recover, then I'm ready to go back and tackle the job again. I feel more behind than when I was working full time. I don't feel as if I'm exercising as I should be, and my sleep routine is strange. I'm thankful that our children have their health. It would take so much extra energy to worry about anyone else now. Will I ever get over this grief that I feel? My year has sped fast at lightning speed and dragged on at the pace of a snail. Can that be? Yes, when there is so much to do, so many who need help, and yes, when one is trying to let a deep wound heal. I do miss my mother, regardless of who she was or what she did. She was my mother...