overstimulation

oh the woe of overstimulation....I'm talking about me here, not the kids.  I'd love to have someone sweep me up in their arms about now, whisk me out of a busy room, rock me for a moment and place me in a comfy bed for some quiet time and a nice nap. Kids don't know how great they've got it.  I could totally melt down right now and because I'm an adult and not a cherubic 2 year old everyone would be shocked, think I was crazy and might need a stint in an asylum but I'd still probably have to make blueberry pancakes for breakfast before everyone was ready to leave the house on the way to my committal. 
Okay....that's a bit of exaggeration. I love having family here, I was just already overstimulated before they got here.  My fix?  Five minutes locked away in my room so that I can blog.  Now I'm going to go take a shower.  After...blueberry pancakes.  Skip the asylum.