I feel like it's a bad sign when your daughter asks you for a pickle and you start crying. Not that the pickle had any significance. I feel very demanded of these days and it's starting to get to me. I hop from kid to kid, task to task and fight for every ounce of me time I get - and then pay for it to boot. My focus is gone. I can still see all the things around me that are wrong, but I have no real motivation to change them. Just a nagging sensation in the back of my brain. I don't even know if I see all the things I used to. I'm so used to things being out of order now. It scares me.