I have two kids down now, one of them who's getting a strep test today.
My house looks like someone dropped a bomb on it, I have two very big writing deadlines looming and one lesser deadline gnawing at me.
My bosses are all traveling at the day job, but that somehow means they're sending me more work, and working from home with sick kids calling your name every few minutes is really less than ideal.
I want out of this house.
I want my kids well.
I want to stop beating my head against this concrete block that's keeping me from writing the way I want to.
And I want to sleep for a good 45 hours straight. On a beach.
I'm overwhelmed today, plain and simple. Nothing's getting done the way it needs to be done and there's just so much to be done I almost don't know where to start.
Guess I'll slice off some cheese to have with my whine. Except I'm on a diet. I can't have cheese.
I am not fit company for anyone today, especially my readers who expect more of me than I can possibly give today.
See ya tomorrow, folks, hopefully in a far better mental place.