burned out

Ryan’s car key slipped from my fingers into a deep hedge yesterday. I took Ben to Kids’ Club at the YMCA and they had to come get me off the treadmill because he was crying inconsolably. Our car needed new brakes this week and –surprise!—a new alternator belt, and we had to borrow money to pay for the repairs. Our heaters don’t work, our toilet is running. I tried to install DSL, and after six hours of technical support, I failed. My camera is broken. The screen on my laptop won’t stay up by itself. I’m tired of mailing things, writing lesson plans, changing diapers, filing paperwork, pumping gas, paying bills, cooking dinner, requesting forbearances on student loans. All I want to do is crawl under a blanket and sleep, sleep, sleep. I've gotta go. The baby is crying. Really.