Isn't admitting you have a problem half the battle?
I've gotten myself into a pickle with more work than I can humanly produce. I'm considering outsourcing or a sister wife as a solution. Neither option is looking terribly realistic. The proof is in the lack of responses to my posting on Craig's List.
I find myself surrounded by people who speak many languages, the least of which is CSS and various other forms of computer code that the mere name of escapes me. And by people who compete in triathlons on the weekends - for fun. All of this creates an overwhelming urge to throw my cards on the table and scream:
Oh yeah? Well, I made MILK come out of my Boobs!
Surely that trumps just about everything, right?