Of whom much is given, much is required.

Ultimately I feel being with me is like the joke about about relationships and yard sales. From far away I may look fun and exciting, up close you see all I am is a bunch of crap you don’t need.

I discovered that again last week (I’d say learned, but it’s a repeated mistake, so probably not learned just yet). I forgot to make my follow-up doctor visit back in August, and ran out of a prescription medicine that helps me sleep at night, among other things. So I think, things are going well enough, I can make it until next week’s appt no problem.
[collective headsmack from reading audience]

WRONG.

By Thursday I was a foggy shell of myself, desparate for sleep and unable to take care of most any thing. Thankfully Richard’s morning routine is flexible enough he could drive the children to school. My visiting teacher noticed I was off right away, told me call my doctor and she would go get the medicine for me as soon as it was ready. I felt so embarrassed that it ended up in such a mess, but felt much improved withing 16 hours of taking that next dose.

When I saw the doctor yesterday he asked where I even got the idea that I could just stop for a few days and be fine. Just me and my silly brain. A brain that’s grateful to have a body getting back in whack =)

We have a few more Halloween activities coming up this week, and the children might even wear costumes to school on Monday. Their treat at school? Report cards. Oh yeah!

perfectionism. me.

It’s usually me.

It’s supposed to make me feel better, right? Even a virtual one?
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