How Does This Happen?

I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't living it.
Someone, and I am not in any way joking when I say it was NOT me, decided I wasn't happy in my current employment status and needed to start drafting again.
(Not instead of my current employment but in addition to. Naturally.)
My newest employer is none other than Stingy's husband, Buster, who is an architect.
I attended an event for Stingy's daughter earlier this month and during the chatting session, Buster said he would like to hire me. I said I was pretty busy with Aunt Richie and Stingy - as he very well knew since he'd come home from work and I was still in the house entering donations or whatever - and I'd have to see. I also talked down my skills with the 3D modeling and it's been 5 years since I was in the profession.
Still, by the end of the week I was out in the field measuring for as-built drawings. I really don't know how these things happen to me. I really don't.
So for the last few weeks I have been crazy out of my mind working for EVERYONE in that family and Tarzan's parents are here this weekend - just back from a year in the Orient - and I'm so exhausted it doesn't even bother me that I didn't clean the house before they arrived.
The insanity is out of control.

This is me; I can't believe I thought I was busy last month.