Overwhelmed

Overwhelmed

I've reached that point.
That point where I am simply overwhelmed that I'm almost unable to move. I think it's always happened with every birth I've had. The first couple of weeks are fueled by adrenaline and the newness of life. Then the everyday stuff sinks in. The pile of laundry builds. The clutter grows. The little things that have been put aside adds everyday... until I am simply overwhelmed by all that I need to do!
I remember reaching this point before too. yet somehow, this time feels different. More kids = more things to do. But more kids also means more hands to help. While I am grateful that we're homeschooling, I feel overwhelmed by the lesson planning I will have to do soon.
I want the world to stop spinning and let me get off for just a day. Just one day off.
I feel like I'm spiralling down with no one to catch me and no one to hang onto. I'm alone. I'm treading water but my legs are getting fatigued. I'm gasping for air. My heart is racing. My chest is tightening.

Deep down, I know what's wrong and what I must do.
Fall to my knees, hands held high.
Save me Lord.