I have slashed through the list of things I wanted to do and reduced my list to the kitchen floor being (vaguely) washed* and charoset made. This is because I took a look at my next week's calendar and realised that one of the reasons for the meltdown was three half days of appointments and another of meetings and a half day of teaching over three days. And I don't know how to get to J's 60th while teaching. And I still have to do all the things I was doing before. Except now I've melted down, I've realised I will just have to minimise on housework because it's either that or forget how to sleep.
The truth is that the stuff that's happened over the last few weeks has happened at one of my two very busy times of year. And of course there is the burning off. So I have to slow down. I shall sit for a few minutes before I wash that last floor and then for a few minutes more before I do the seder plate stuff. The world won't end if my place is a mess and if I can't do everything instantly. It may not be my family tradition for Passover, but life got in the way of this being a family Passover ages ago and I should just accept it. And if Elijah comes, then he can drink grape juice.. Maybe he'll appreciate it.
In other news, to cheer myself up for the festive season, I'm wearing slinky harem pants. You quite possibly don't want to see them. Slinky harem pants on a nearly fifty-one year old is subversive.
*since I was just reminded by the state of my lungs that vigorous washing is beyond my capacities