I'll stop the world and do my laundry
It's one obligation after another. I have to be someplace, and then I have to be someplace else, and then 2 hours after that I have to be someplace else. It is somewhat relentless. I also have to sleep, and not too much of that happens. It just seems like an endless string that is always a week ahead of me...as in, "If I didn't make anymore plans, then I would have an evening to stay home and do laundry...sometime next Thursday."
I wish I could just stop the universe for just a moment to get my bearings and reorganize. I don't think it works like that, though.