Spent...

is exactly how I feel. Not just because I stayed up later than usual watching the Super Bowl, and not because New England's beloved Patriots fell short of the perfect season (not a huge sports fan here, I'm just into the game for the wings and cocktails). Today was just one of those days when you are so ridiculously overworked and busy that the only solution that seems to make sense is crawling under your desk and wimpering softly.

Bronchitis is currently sweeping through my office, leaving the few healthy beings left unscathed to cover the work of the many who are affected. We all run around frantically, pretending that we are beyond human, praying to the gods of echinacea and Tylenol. And in those moments, you feel as though you can't handle one more thing. But one more thing comes. I found myself continually saying in my head "I can't do this". I walk into the office and there is a question about billing- "I can't do this!". My husband requests that I meet him over my lunch break because he forgot his pharmacy card- "I can't do this!". I head to the office kitchen to find a sink full of dirty dishes, a counter smeared with coffee stains and crumbs, and one of the wheels to the dishwasher mysteriously resting near the toaster- "I can't do this!" I wonder if I just sit on the kitchen floor, pound my fists and wail if anyone will say "Oh, she can't do this" and give me the rest of the day off.