Whac-A-Mole

Do you ever feel like your life has turned into one giant game of Whac-A-Mole? That you're dealing with a hundred things at once, standing on tiptoe and wielding your rubber mallet, trying to stay on top of everything? Except, not only are you not able to stay on top of everything, you're also not devoting enough attention to anything? Let's form a club together, then. Because this week, I'm not able to do anything 100%. I'm barely managing 50%. I'm not able to devote enough time to my dissertation, not able to scrape together any free time for the people (and animals) that I love, not able to maintain some semblance of patience, not able to feed my family in a timely manner, and don't even get me started on the laundry situation. I'm at the point where I feel like I'm drowning, and there's nobody who can throw me a rope. Or maybe they could throw me a rope, but I wouldn't be coordinated enough to catch it. And no, this isn't indicative of anything seriously wrong, and tomorrow I'll probably have forgotten the fact that I felt like this at all, but right now, the moles are winning. Handily.