you know that voice that nags you about every little thing? everybody has one, not just *us*. it's that overactive, obsessive, twisted jiminy cricket voice that tries to remind you of any little negative thing that you've been convinced of in your life.
okay, so it's quiet in the house. thinking, hey, a little time to sit and write... first, the phone rings and it's one of the kid's schools, so of course the first thing that comes to mind is 'oh no, someone's in trouble'. it's just one of kristen's teachers calling about some craft materials i offered to donate. so then, i sit back down at the computer and what comes to mind? 'do you have any idea how much you could get done in the house before the kids get home? what are you sitting there for?'
there needs to be a pill just for silencing the voice of captain paranoia.
doggone it! i'm legitimately tired out from the 'mental' work we've done the last couple of months. i know we're overdone because we could sleep 24/7. can't even sit and do a simple craft or follow a cross stitch pattern (something most of us find second nature). if we don't get some total rest (weird weird sleep again lately)soon, i'll be sitting in a corner blowing spit bubbles before long....
come to think of it, that doesn't sound like a bad idea at the moment.