It never fails however that it happens this way. I think there are evil little spirits that sit somewhere and come up with ways to try and cause us to go into overload. I can just see the little monsters right now. All nine of them, yes it has to be nine because of the nine other things you suddenly have to do, sitting in a strange eerily lit little room somewhere cackling gleefully as they think of new and more complex things they can throw into the works to drive you nuts.
There they sit around some blacken cauldron picking little assignments out of some grotesquely patterned little basket in each of their laps and throwing them into that damn cauldron.
They keep themselves safely hidden away form us because they know people like me would wrap my hands around their vile little throats and choke the whatever they have out of them. I would be the one gleefully snickering as I watch their beady little eyes pop out of their ugly little skulls.
You hear me you horrible little monsters, I'm looking for you.
Now for those of you who are beginning to believe I'm crazy as cap, welcome to my world and I wear it proudly.