Do you ever get the feeling that you’re spread way, way, way too thin? There are certain days when you feel as if you’ve been run over by a steamroller, at least three times? Today is one of those days for little old me.

My dad’s got Alzheimer’s and is generally in failing health. The home where he stays, the pharmacy that he helps keep in business with the copious amounts of drugs he takes, his doctor, and the lab all claim that his medi-numbers are suddenly invalid. Can’t I just figure this out, RIGHT NOW? Forget that I have a life! A deadline to meet. Bills to pay. A kid to pick up from school. Oh, and by the way, I must meet Dad’s new therapist at 3:30 today, there are papers to sign!

I’m trying to juggle all this and my husband comes in and he reminds me that he’s getting a major award down at city hall today and he’d like me to be there at 2:00 sharp. WHAT? He wants to go to lunch afterward. WHAT?

So, faced with all these responsibilities and demands, what do I do? I take the time to sit down at this computer and blog. Huh? Have I lost my marbles? I should be answering the text message that’s making my phone squawk, I should be finishing the script I have to turn in at the end of the day, I should be taking that shower I put off to down a pot of French Roast, I should be paying the health insurance premium over the phone because for some stupid reason I can’t pay it online anymore because I’ve changed bank accounts and they won’t let me pay with a different bank account, I should be doing anything besides blogging on eons.

I’m not pancake thin. I’m crepe thin!