This is me whining. You may want to skip it

Alex has practice football Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, with games on Saturday.  Now he's joined Cub Scouts so my Wednesdays have gone out the window.  I don't have time for myself anymore.  It's not like I took hours at the beauty parlor and nail salon, but I find it hard even getting to Walmart for milk and whatnot.  Monday is my only flop day so I flop.  It feels like a waste of time, but I need the break.  It's only another couple of months, provided the team keeps winning.  I like football and I like that Alex is improving.  I like going to the games on Saturday.  I just wish had more than one day a week to relax.  I can't even remember what it's like to go anywhere by myself.  I remember I used to be able to go out and do stuff, but I don't know how.  I used to love the days when I could go see a movie by myself or do a little clearance shopping without hearing, "Mommy-can-you-buy-me-this?" like that's my tribal Indian name.  I'm usually rather social.  I'm not sure where this is coming from, but I know I need time to just not deal.  There's no privacy, no solitude, no moments of nothing.  It's always something.  And something is usually costing me money.  I think I need a vacation.  Maybe just a weekend to relax.  I can't have one until Thanksgiving, but I want it anyway.  And next month the Scouts are going camping.  I have to go buy a tent and check the football schedule.  We'll have to leave the campsite so Alex can play football on Saturday and then go back to camping.  I'm sure that's not how normal people go camping.  Of course, I never claimed to be normal and I can't say that I'm raising the boy to be normal either.  On behalf of Bad Parents everywhere, I would like to graciously accept the my Golden Paddle Award...  A tad dramatic, I know.  I'll thank the Academy later.  More and more I feel tired..  I'm just worn out.  Maybe I need a vitamin.  Perhaps sleep or more vegetables.  I need balance.  I always need my family, work and something else.  Something else usually entails me doing something positive for not-me.  I need to feel like I'm contributing to something.  I dunno if it's all those weekends mom volunteered us for the church bake sales, rummage sales and bingo...  It could be the Mandatory Volunteer hours that Andrean made us put in to graduate...  Either way, it's become part of how I see myself.  I give.  I do.  I take the time.  Not lately though.  Not in quite some time, really.  Anymore, I go to work.  the end.  I don't feel like what I do matters beyond paying the bills.  You get what you give.  I haven't been giving.  So look what I've got.  I don't like leaving this up in the air, but I don't have anywhere to put it just now.