Sometimes the race seems long ...

Over the past week, I have dealt with the following:

Locked my keys in my car
Which made Emma miss her ballet class
Dropped my phone
Which caused the screen to shatter (it still works)
Had a long overdue and much anticipated talk with my boss
Which resulted in tears (good and bad)
Was asked to change my work schedule
Which made me redo the schedule we had just gotten into a groove with
Stayed up until 4 a.m. to finish an assignment
I did not get it done
Colt woke me up before 7 a.m. the following morning
Which allowed me to get up and finish the dumb thing after three more hours of work (eight more weeks, eight more weeks)
Got zero cleaning done over the weekend
Got a flat tire on Sunday night
Got four new tires installed this morning
Which made me two hours late for work

I need a break... a release... a good cry followed by a good nap.

I am having trouble focusing, and I wrote this a little while ago:

I am just going to type so it seems like I am writing something, but really I just want to go home. I want to go crawl into bed and pull the comforter over my head and cry and then sleep until I wake up on my own … and then I want to sleep some more until I wake up on my own. Then I want to get up, and watch mind-numbing TV for a solid two hours. 

Is that too much to ask?