... too many things to too many different people.
Sure, I can handle that project.
Sure, I could use the extra hours.
By tomorrow morning? Sure, no problem.
Sure, I can bake something for the bake sale.
Sure, I can make it to that appointment.
Sure, you can invite friends over. Just do it after I've finished chauffeuring your sister/brother around town.
Sure, I'll type out and send you that very long and complicated recipe you asked for.
More work on the project? No problem.
Sure, I can finish up the gift buying. What do you mean Hannukah starts this evening? How can that be? Sure, no problem, I can manage.
Sure, I can sit with Maya every evening to help her fall asleep. So what if it's been taking over an hour of active intervention. I've got all the time in the world, right?
Sure, I know it's my turn to do the dishes.
Two hours on the breastfeeding hotline? Tomorrow? (Oh crap.) Sure, I can do that.
Stop working early to bring Maya to speech? No problem.
Attend your office holiday party? (Dear god not that. Please let it not be as awful as last year.) Sure, no problem. I'll get a sitter.
Still more documents to write for the project? Sure. Absolutely. I'm on it.
And then I wonder why I just want to collapse when the weekend rolls around... Don't worry, I'm fine, just exhausted. I'm just feeling very overextended this month, that's all.
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