It's a well known fact that our stress response follows a predictable pattern, in direct correlation to the demands placed upon us.
I am fighting a losing battle, trying to clear any number of decks before our Easter break. No matter how many hours I spend in the workroom or at the computer, I never seem to get to the end of all that's to be done. Hence I am hovering around the indecisive/irritable end of the spectrum.
I did manage to finish one large order yesterday, which will be winging its way Stateside tomorrow, which still leaves several others, plus a commission I wish I'd turned down and which is becoming bogged down in detail.
There is also the small matter (literally) of designing and executing my showcase display for the Kensington Dollshouse Festival next month, which will have to be done and dusted by the end of next week, so no pressure there either then.
So chasing my tail is the order of the day and I'll be glad when everything is done and I can heave a sigh of relief.