Work is a whirlwind of must have been done yesterdays, and needs to be done now. My list grows longer, and my time shorter and something is going to snap.
The whirlwind is a mix up of emotion and life, of kids and family, at what is and what could be. It is known simply as stress, and more complexly as life.
I survive and grow from this, but it does not make it any easy in the meantime.
Tomorrow is another day.