Today is one of those days when one glance at my to-list starts to feel like nails being hammered in the space behind my eyes. I hate feeling this overwhelmed. I hate having SO MUCH STUFF to get done by a certain time. Before a road trip to the snow, followed by a big trip to another hemisphere, and amidst the two major religious holidays that are celebrated in this house, AND the work I have to finish up at the freelance job that has just a few days left. I hate that I haven't cooked in weeks. I am tired of holiday parties. I already hate my holiday wardrobe arsenal. I have no snow clothes. I just want to lie under the covers, hope it all goes away and have licence to be 100% cranky. And that's the worst part. I have NO TIME to be cranky. I know preparing for a ski trip and then a trip to South Africa are luxury problems, and I hate being such a whiner. But why does everything have to pile up just SO? I'm sitting here trying to be very calm, compartmentalizing all the bits and pieces of my obligations, developing a game plan for the rest of the week, but all I can think about is soup. Brothy soup. And how much I need some. And can I really justify another takeout dinner when soon I WILL NOT HAVE A JOB? And did I really just spend $1300 on an airline ticket? And then it all starts over again. Welcome to my week.