Overextended Moi?

I thought you might appreciate the humour in the poem I wrote yesterday. I usually put my poetry on A Poet's Word, but this little ditty was turned out for a challenge by Robert Lee Brewer over at Poetic Asides.
For this week's prompt, I want you to write an overextended poem. That is, I want you to write a poem about someone or something that is being stretched too thin. For instance, a co-worker with too much work to do, or a balloon that is being filled with air to the point it is about to pop.

Overextended Moi?

Six pens and a biro,
notepads galore,
A worn out laptop computer,
I cannot write much more.

My arms and eyes are weary,
my coffee cup is dry,
I'm on a novel deadline,
reaching it, I try.

No housework has been done,
not a stitch I have to wear,
Here I am frantically writing,
with a body, naked, bare.

Dear hubby threatens to leave,
he is neglected and under fed,
he's just received a tongue whipping,
for something trivial he has said.

If one more person mentions stress,
or keep calm it's only a book,
they will suffer greatly,
from an over the glasses look.

I know it will all be worth it,
and I am convinced so will you,
the greatest thing will be for all,
when I start writing novel two!