Red Hot Mutha'

I wonder if everyone who has a full-time job and raising a kid (that's 2 full-time jobs, really) feels like their skull is exploding. I do sometimes. I love my family and I have everything I need, but still for some reason I feel like Is This It, am I destinied for a life in which I feel like I am not quite awake, not quite adaquate, not quite enjoying it and not hating it at all. I can't explain it...I'm not real good at putting my thoughts into words. But know this: what I certainly DON'T MEAN is that I in ANYWAY REGRET having a child. Read that sentence a gazillion times if you have to, I don't care. My family is the highlight of my life, if you don't already know. I can't really put my finger on what's going on in my head. I'd guess by definition I'd describe this as a midlife crisis, only I'm not even near 40 yet and I hate that term because it's so 80's. What do women do when they have midlife crisises? I have no desire to get a sports car or leave my family. But I feel like that dog I saw on an episode of The Dog Whisperer once: it wore a rut in its yard traveling the same path day after day. I think the poor thing lost sight of where it had to go and why and its owners didn't even realize the problem, even after the grass was all tore up and there was nothing left there but dirt.
Or maybe this is real life, only I just now arrived?