Overwhelmed

I am utterly, completely and totally overwhelmed.

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I'm beat. I'm whipped. I want to curl up somewhere and hide. A magic wand would be super right about now.

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The last few weeks have been so busy (and fun), but I'm paying for that right now. My laundry is staging a coup. My sewing is neglected. My seedlings need re-potted. The dishes have not jumped into the dishwasher (How pathetic is that, anyway? I have a dishwasher and my dishes are STILL dirty). The garden needs work. If that wasn't enough, my computer at work is ready to give up the ghost and launched a week's worth of my work off into the void. Overwhelmed doesn't feel good. Common sense tells me to take things one at a time and work my way through, but panic tells me to RUN! FAST! IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION! Common sense is going to win the argument, of course, but panic is screaming pretty loudly right now.