Chaos Abounds

I wake up some mornings - close to the crack of dawn. Why does there seem to always be way too much for me to do? Running my errands, like a speed demon - I race through town. This day is almost over and I am exceptionally glad! Drinking gallons of coffee, stifling down a yawn. The relaxation and fun times seem to be rare and few. It's really a wonder I manage to keep any food down! When I collapse into my bed atleast I won't be mad. Atleast I have no children - so that much to me is good. I need to have a time out and go see my best friend. I can't remember the last time I had a soothing bath. I'm really hoping that tomorrow will be a better day. Now to make this day turn out the way it should. But the responsibilities and housework never seems to end! Who can I vent to - to get rid of all this wrath? That I can really have some fun and remember how to play! To make sense of the chaos - read line 1 of every paragraph, then 2, 3, & 4.