Buggy

My summer vacation is soon coming to an end. I have two and a half weeks left. The items on my To Do list frighten me. I need to procure a copy of our marriage license and someone's birth certificate. I must go to the S.S. office  and apply for a name change. I married Joe five years ago. Don't you think it's time?

I need the new card to change my name on my insurance and to add Joe. I need the marriage license to prove Joe is entitled to coverage. Joe's knuckle is swollen and I think he may have a ganglion cyst. He needs me to activate his insurance so that he can get medical attention. I am a nurse for godssake! I know how important these things are.

Then I must line up Dr's appointments for the wee ones. Zoe's annual and Sam's pre-screen for Pre-K. He must pass a hearing, vision, dental test and I'm afraid they will both need immunizations. And speaking of Pre-K, Sam will attend school where I work. I'm quite anxious about it. I have a hard enough time getting up and readying myself, much less a four year old who has never experienced anything like this!

And let's not even talk about money or lack thereof.
Let's just look at this fancy picture of an earwig. 
I picture my brain as a dark, damp place inhabited by lots of earwigs.

How does your brain feel?
Buggy?