So, not to make it all about me, but.... Well, it is my blog and all that. And really, if I want to drone on and on I can. The thing is is that from the moment I wake up until nearly the moment I go to bed all I hear is one request after another. And, no, they are not the sorts of requests that say, "Yo, H, take a load off. Have a glass of wine and a massage. You deserve it!" Not at all. Most mornings I awake to the sound of Devon bellowing out from his car bed that he needs to pee and that the company he needs most on the way to the toilet is mine. From that point on it is Cassidy bitching because the water doesn't heat fast enough for her bath, Loren whining that he can't possibly get out of bed due to his growing pains or the current alignment of the planets. Then it is off to work where I hear my small friends say, "Hey, Miss Heather! Miss Heather! Hey. look at this! Hey come here! Hey I'm peeing! Hey I need you!" Then once the kids leave my boss needs me to print out her emails. And then I am off to pick my own kids up from their various schools. On the way home they pelt me with their demands and needs as I nod mindlessly and hope I look as though I have it just a bit together. Top that off with a round robin dinner where the older kids just want to do their own thing, my mother looks in horror at the heathens that are my children and Devon throws back his head in agony at the mere thought of ingesting one single grain of rice and I am done. Really it is like an IV in reverse. It is only Monday and I am dry as a bone in the soul department.

This is not the Great Depression of three years ago. I am not in need of medication. It is really just an onslaught of way too much of everything. If ever there was a time when I needed to retire to a shady beach where non aggressive waves lap gently in a cove and I sip frothy drinks from large, hard sided fruit it is now. Right now when it hurts to blink and I am afraid of waking up to be carried along in another day. Because who knows what tomorrow will bring. Will Loren fail out of biology? Will Devon exist on only liquids? Will my back stop working again? It is all entirely possible and there doesn't seem to be a single productive thing I can do to stop or mend it.