I found my breaking point

Well, not my breaking point, so much as the point beyond which I will no longer bend. Work called at 2:30 and asked if I could do one more week of 11-7. And I said no. I just can't do it anymore. I go to bed every morning and sleep until 3. By the time I have my coffee, eat something and get dressed the best part of the day is gone. And the only thing that got me through last night was kowing I wouldn't have to do it next week. So yeah. I'm all for being helpful, but I've finally hit that point of where I'm not putting myself out anymore.