I love Dori in finding Nemo.  In fact I love Ellen in most things.  Except Mr. Wrong.  That was just a weird movie. Well, I actually like Ellen in that too sometimes. But I digress.

Dori’s theme song of “just keep swimming, just keep swimming” is my mantra these days. Someday, do you think they will invent a disorder for all of us who are just overwhelmed with life and its many pulls and responsibilities? Post-industrial Rat Race Syndrome? PiRRS. Hello, my name is Michelle I have have PiRRS.

There’s just too much to do in any given day. Oh, and if it’s one of those crazy, rare, blue moon kind of days where there’s not too much to do, don’t worry. TV and internet and movies that come in the mail and YouTube, possibly the greatest time suck ever invented, or maybe Facebook will gladly fill in all the empty spaces until, not only are there no empty spaces, but now, you don’t have time to do all the things you were supposed to get done. And could have gotten done if you were not an unfortunate member of the PiRRS community.

And it’s not enough to just do your stuff on a daily basis. You have to blog it too. At least two or three times a week.

Oh, but now that’s not even enough either. You have to tweet throughout the day.

What are you doing?

Those four fateful words just stare at me from Twitterific. What am I doing? I’m succumbing to PiRRS. I’m postponing dishes and laundry and getting caught up on Bloglines or Tivo. And if it wasn’t enough for Netflix to send movies to my mailbox, now I can watch them instantly on my mac.

But every day can’t be spent on the couch awash in electronic wonders. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have to get caught up on Bloglines. No most days are spent earning money and spending money. Work, buy homeschool supplies, use homeschool supplies, cook, eat, buy groceries. Buy gas, drive to gymnastics, library, football practice. Drive home. Cook, eat, work. Sleep. And hurry.

I think at its heart PiRRS is not really a medical condition, although sign me up or any free drug trials for medication that improves time management skills. That’s what it basically boils down to. We grown ups are supposed to prioritize, especially when we are rat-racing. You know, the rat never gets out of the maze. He sometimes gets the cheese, but then they just keep putting him back in the maze. But that’s another one of the symptoms of PiRRS. Not only do we not prioritize what we have going on properly, we continue to add more stuff. Yet more things we won’t have time to get done.

Yeah. I signed up to coach basketball.

We may never have clean socks again.