
I just have to say I am getting really, REALLY tired of this PTSD and whatever else it is that is sapping all my energy. I AM NOT Eighty yrs old; therefore, I should be able to do much more than the typical 80 yr old. I went to work, woot busy day - can't stand to get paid to do nothing, so busy I was late for carpool, fine that stressed me out made me somewhat anxious. Yes, I know, I did text the kids and there was no problem but I was LATE and I knew it - personal integrity thing you know? My house has not been a mad house, it's been a normal teenage boys live here house today. Anthony is into making movies again - YES!. That means no more mopping around, thank Heavens! But it also means Matt, Max, Ben and Anthony are traipsing all over my neighborhood and house being silly, loud, and busy. Not a problem except when they take off and don't tell me they are gone >[ and than I find out that Anthony is riding onto of Max's car down the street filming........AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! #(#%*$@)!@)!_~!_$%& Seriously, it's a good thing I don't have high blood pressure, I'd be dead. Olivia than comes up with "Oh btw, I need a costume for my little poetry skit thing on the last day of school" >.<........but Ivey has an idea - GOOD! Pack Olivia, a big cardboard box in the car and drop her at Ivey's - I like how that's getting done. :) Cherisa is being awesome and doing some of my yardwork stuff that my body won't let me do - buuuuuuuut, that requires texts (while driving, at work) ummm...0.o *breathe. So I've taken some anti-anxiety med's for just such occasions...made my double batch of bread dough and am letting it rise...and sitting here writing on my blog. Trying to relax, trying to not crash before bedtime....really wanting to get outside and plant my strawberries >.<.


