How could this possibly be my life?

This is a question I ask myself on days such as today. When Devon awakes with a bellow, “It’s EAAAAASSSTERRRRRRRRRRRRR! The bunny has been here! I know it! Get up! Get Uuuuuuupppp!” When Loren is uppity and disrespectful and all I hear out of his mouth is the voice of his father, the part of him that made me so angry for so long. When Cassidy has some sort of swollen business attached t her elbow and she can’t write with it or move it and it’s Sunday night and the doctor is unavailable. When I am so behind in my work I don’t know where to start. When I am so behind in my freelance stuff that I don’t know if I can face clients. When the thought of starting it all again tomorrow is just a bit too daunting. Then I ask myself in a sort of flat, Talking Heads voice, “How did this happen? What the hell am I doing? How can I possibly make it all slow down?”