Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m in a rut.

Yes, it even happens to busy, busy me.

What does a rut look like in the Shuck household? Just about the same way it looks in most other households. It usually involves the same things happening each and every evening, with a large preponderance of television viewing or surfing the web.

I picked up my daughter from her daycare, ran an errand and returned home. Around this time of day my wonderful spouse is usually fixing dinner. However, tonight he had a Chi Gung class to teach and this meant I was on my own. Emily began with a list of demands…

“I want milk.”

“I want string cheese.”

“I want a cookie.”

I had sat down for ‘just a minute’ to check the tv listings for the evening…nothing. I somehow ended up reading all about Helen Keller for all of, well, three minutes before the princess began her list of demands. I grudgingly went to the pantry to figure out dinner.

I’m spoiled by my husband’s cooking. Despite this, I am a good cook when I actually focus on that and just do it. As I pieced together a quick meal of Fettuccine Alfredo with chicken and broccoli I realized…”Oh no! I’m in a rut!”

I can’t remember the last time I wrote anything significant (and no, blogging doesn’t count unless it’s truly profound, and this just isn’t).

My desk is a mess and my ironing board has stood in my office for over three weeks now…long enough to accumulate a layer of clutter. And I can’t remember the last time I dusted.

For me to admit that, as a professional organizer and owner of a cleaning business, is a pretty big step. But even I get in a rut, and let me tell you, this is one of them.

Perhaps it is the onset of fall with the promise of chilly days and icy streets just around the corner. The shorter days don’t help and I’m dreading the dry cold that means unending sinus headaches unless I hover over a humidifier for the next six months.

Perhaps I’m stretching myself too thin. It isn’t something I like to think about or dwell on, but I know that I often push myself hard, and in many directions, and sometimes I have to pay a price. The price is usually a full stop. For a while, nothing at all happens. The trolley just doesn’t move forward at all.

In other words, a rut.

Perhaps a rut is our mind’s way of saying, “It’s all too much.” For those moments, it might be a good idea to simply stop and not do anything for a while, not push yourself any further.

But for some of us, even me in years past, a rut is like the ‘waiting place’ that Dr. Seuss described in “Oh, The Places You’ll Go!” That horrible nowhereland where no one does anything and everyone is just waiting.

If your rut is the ‘waiting place’ then let me tell you, you’d better light a fire under your patoot and get the heck out of there!

I’m going to wrap this entry up, tidy my desk and then go play a game with my little princess and maybe read a book or two to her.

As for you, if you are feeling rather down or in a rut, list five things to get you out of the rut and then tackle them, one at a time or all at once, your choice.