Swamped

This picture pretty much sums up my life for the month of May. I'm flooded with assignments, knee-deep in projects, dripping with school and extracurricular activities, and my mind is in a fog. Someone--please!--get me out of this place!

I won't bother to mention all the stuff we've been doing lately. Let's just say that the in-laws are arriving Friday and I'm expecting the house to be transformed by then. Did I mention Erik's gone for the week? That I'm now a single parent with multiple activities to cover? That I need to have a book ready to show at a conference in two months and all I have is the first 50 pages (which I've rewritten very poorly four times now)? That I've been waking at 3 am every morning terrorized by the thought that we've lost all the paperwork to my son's Boy Scout Eagle Project? That my daughter is obsessed and won't stop talking about puberty (thank you public school!)? And that my youngest is experimenting with new glue compounds so that every loose object in the house ends up joined to something else? My nails are bitten to the quick. My stomach hurts. My lower back twitches. I think I might have lost my mind and be headed for a breakdown.

I need summer vacation as bad as my kids do. Just one week would be enough. Let me sit in the sun with a drink in my hand, near the pool, but far enough away to keep my laptop safe, and I'll be okay. Please, someone . . . get me out of this month.