I am overwhelmed. Like to the top and over. I have a million things to do and about 14 hours to do them in. I have to be a couple different places at the same time and I know it will all work out in the end, but the feeling of anxiety I have has a tendency to overtake me, leaving me feeling like I am on the edge of a panic attack. I have never had a panic attack but the fact that I am panicking I will have a panic attack is probably not a good thing.
I hate leaving the kids. I hate having others do my job. It makes me stress out.
Yes my friends I am the epitome of super fun right now.
I had such a great night out last night with a friend and I do know how to shut it off, but then I get back home and go bizerk again.
This morning we were so late getting everyone where they need to be in order for me to get some stuff finished up at the office and it was down to just Andi Jane and I in the car.
We pass a nice nursing home and she says:
Andi Jane: "That is a pretty house"
Me: "Yeah, that is a nursing home"
Andi Jane: "What's that?"
Me: "Sometimes old people can't take care of themselves anymore and they have to live where others can care for them"
Andi Jane: "Elderly"
Andi Jane: "The word is elderly, don't you think they would rather you call them elderly than old?"
Sigh.... How am I ever gonna be a good enough of a teacher for this amazing kid? I should just hand the reigns over to her.
All this stress calls for a hurricane in the french quarters, ready or not New Orleans we are on our way!
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