KaBOOM!

I feel like I'm going to implode. No - really. Thoughts of all of the crap I have to do are swirling around in my brain, causing hurricane force winds at my brain stem cortex, and a veritable nor'easter near my frontal lobe.
How am I supposed to do all this shit? Grade, Plan, Teach, Assess - oh, and earn recertification points on my own time. All I really want to do is teach, and obstacles keep getting in my way. And the thing is, the people who are supposed to be supporting and helping me are the ones putting up the obstacles.
When The Spouse starts making some real money, I'm going to get out of teaching. It's sucking my soul dry.