Today is crunch time for me. I'm trying to start on all the packing plus doing the laundry and trying to get everything in order so all we have to do is pack the car and GO! Well, Murphy and his dumb set of rules is not allowing things to go smoothly. Why and I not surprised? I tried counting to ten, I tried breathing, and nothing was cutting it. I was on the brink of going psychotic,
Imagine a house of 3 kids and two dogs. The youngest of the children is running around the house with a whistler, blowing it to her little hearts content... all the while, the digs are going nuts because of the whistleing which is causing the rest of us around here to go nuts.
And don't let me forget to tell you how I woke up this a.m. - coffee grounds, tea bags, and lemonade m ix ALL OVER THE KITCHEN FLOOR!
Yes, I broke down and I had to medicate to bring me to a better place and find my center. A little seroquel and a little ativan and we'll call it good. And I do believe they have finally kicked in. YAHOO!!!
