It was only a dream...

You know what it's like when you have so many things going on that you just can't manage to stop?

That's where I am.

This is the hell week, and I have 76 hours worth of work scheduled in a five-day period. My parents are coming tomorrow to spend a few days with A, because I'm not going to be home until late tomorrow and Wednesday. I hate asking them for favors, but sometimes you just have to swallow your pride and accept the fact that you can't do everything.

So today, I left the house early, went into the office for a couple of hours, picked up a coworker from Cincinnati at O'Hare, drove to Milwaukee for a meeting, then drove downtown to drop her off at her hotel before heading home, making dinner, and helping Mark finish the installation of my dishwasher (finally - yay!!)

Then it was a trip to the grocery store, two loads of laundry, and taking out the garbage.

It is now 9:00, and I have to pay some bills and straighten up the house before going to bed. I have to be out of the house by 6:30 to be downtown for my first meeting, and won't be done until 10:30 tomorrow night.

So my brain is in go-mode. I am on. I am at mach 5, with a trail of smoke behind me. My to-do list is a mile long, but I'm okay with that. Every now and then, I thrive for short periods of time on utter chaos - it makes the quiet times that follow that much sweeter.

I can, however, almost guarantee that I will not sleep this week. I can also bet that by Friday night, I will be a zombie. But I will have been productive, and I will feel accomplished. Just don't get in my way, or I'll run you down like a deranged parade shriner.

No, I'm not bipolar. I'm just very much a product of my environment. Or clinically insane. One of the two. Take your pick :)