Sometimes I just can't.
I can't find the time to blog, much less breathe.
I can't finish anything correctly, not my paperwork or my cooking of dinner or even a conversation.
I can't figure out if my boss has some secret agenda, whether my kids are going to be okay or where the line between work me and home me falls.
I can't see the end of it, the solution, the fun in a situation and it all starts to feel like obligation.
I can't get away from the fact that my responsibilities are bigger than they have ever been, that I am leaving it for a week and I am not even sure how I feel about that.
I can't even play.
At least I feel a little better acknowledging this somewhere.
Brought to you by a maelstrom of hormones, jitters and fatigue.