fingers positioned, searching for Zen

Here we go...it's getting about that time, that time I begin to feel extremely overwhelmed. 
Into the thick of my classes, starting to remember how sick of school I am, readings deeper, papers more demanding. 
Kids, oh so busy!  I had to spend two days in Gt. Falls this week for Cooper's ortho appointments, had a scuffle with our orthodontist who has a nasty bedside manner.....I honestly have concerns he has Aspergers.  Then Valentines for Rafe, we were a bit more creative this year, which was awesome, but time consuming.  Coop has jazz night, band concerts, a school dance-Rafe has a science fair to work on(which, as you all know, seriously has to have a large amount of parent involvement), cub scout memorization, the Blue Gold dinner on Sunday we need to have a daddy/son dessert for and patches sewed on his uniform.......
My house looks like a bomb went off, there is literally crud building up along the kitchen and bathroom floor.  My kids had to dig through the dryer for clean socks and there's about two weeks worth of dog hair built up on our bedsheets.  *sigh*
Meredyth seems to go along for the ride.  I try to make sure she gets to pray and play and library, just to get her some socialization, but she's so wonderful entertaining herself when I'm in class or cleaning house (not that cleaning has happened anytime recently), knowing that we get to snuggle and read stories and play together most of the day. 
What I need right now is about three days of nothing so I can regroup and get my house whipped into shape...I need three days of no work, no school, no kids, so I can turn on some music and go to town with this house.  When my house is like this, I can't breathe, I feel cluttered and scattered!! 
My bedroom seems to be a catch all right now, which makes me sad because our beautiful bed is less than a year old, our new paint job and new bedspread, all covered in laundry, college texts and books I want to read. 
I over-analyze every aspect of my life....how I parent, what kind of wife I am, how I eat, how I sleep, how I behave with my husband, my friends, my life choices.  Funny thing is....not to toot my own horn (most Psych majors are this way), I'm pretty good at analyzing OTHERS, but I most certainly know better than to analyze myself.  Others behavior, others quirks, others way of living----I can tell you why you do something, I can tell what your thought process is, I can psychoanalyze every aspect of your behavior.....and I bet almost perfectly.  I tend to stay quiet, there's a sneaky part of me that knows why you do what you do, that knows where some of your deep seeded issues come from, it's all part of what has been pounded into me through seven years of school, this has been what I live and breathe, learning how to psychoanalyze everything and anything.  By the book.  (and I say "by the book" to make the point that, of course, I'm not a psychologist, I don't claim to always be 100% accurate in my thoughts, and I don't actually share with you what I think of you in this manner, I just mean I can't help myself from processing what others' do and say and going through what I've been taught over and over, simply because it's what I'm going to school for, what I'm being trained to do, I can't help it)
But, that's the struggle.  How to go through my life and NOT psychoanalyze MYSELF.  Quit beating myself up, quit reading into my own behaviors, when that's just not my job.  Time to call and make an appointment with MY therapist :)
Okay, time to get in the shower and hang with my daughter for a few minutes.  Just felt the need to unload my brain for a few minutes :)