Sorry about the car, Shawnee. I know how that is; I had a car with about that mileage too, a 1985 Rabbit. I LOVED that car, though it kept letting me down, breaking my heart, leaving bits of its exhaust system laying around.
I think I most got a kick out of saying "the rabbit died" every time it broke down.
About the busy life, though - seriously, how do you do it and not feel guilty? I just know that if I could take a week and do nothing but things I enjoy - crafts, long walks, etc. - I'd feel a lot better. But my DH doesn't get to do that. He works All The Time. He works all day then comes home and does yard work, fixes stuff, builds stuff, digs, etc. He always makes me feel so lame. He's your typical work-your-ass-off German, y'know? I'm so damn sick of working all the time. I mean, he doesn't *make me* do it, it's just that I feel so guilty every time I sit down to read a book or watch TV that even when I do I can't relax anymore.
How do you do it? And just what gives me the right to not work all day like everyone else, anyhow? If I take a break, I feel sort of like I'm taking a vacation from a sabbatical. Seems redundant. If I'm working so damn hard, how come it doesn't every look like I accomplish anything?