I'm falling apart. Everything is too much when, realistically it shouldn't be too much. The little things that are overwhelming me are just that - little things. They are things that I should be able to handle and am perfectly able to handle...I'm just not handling them. Rather than clean up the house and put away the laundry and take care of things, I just don't want to. I don't want to work on projects that I have promised to complete. I feel like I'm under a huge pile and there is no escape. No one can help me because I'm the one that has to do it all. Could I crawl into the tub and take a long bath? Yes. But that accomplishes nothing - not even giving me a recharge which I so desperately need. I would just emerge from the bath and face the same obstacles that were there in the first place...only I would have to face them in a bathrobe and we all know how that would go. They won't go away unless I deal with them, and sadly I just can't deal with them right now. I don't want to. "So, Sir Grump. We meet again..."