Scrambled egg brain. Free range organic foraging flown the coop chicken shit crazy brain.
That's where I've been this week.
Mood up and down i guess that's to be expected
A little out of body-ish
this too shall pass
I do take some comfort in reading that NO ONE is able to keep up in blogland these days.
I thought it was just me.
I don't get to visit everyone in my reader.
My brain can't think straight enough to comment let alone post.
I've been trying for 2 weeks to grab a P.O.S. button, but I'm just too damn spazzy.
I was in a super-funk this week, so I decided to be productive. AKA throwing shit out. Dumping shit always makes me feel better. 7 bags of stuff we don't use went out with the trash. Clothes we don't wear. Kitchen crap cluttering the cabinets. I got the dogs nails clipped it's the little things. Cleaned out the mud room was more like a dirt room. The new window came. I went to Ty's cello camp concert and Mia's art camp exhibition.
I spent all week trying to catch my breath.
This morning I forced myself to finalize our plans for...
seriously. We're taking the 4 kids to Tulum. Yup. 4. You know how I am.
Purchasing the airline tickets and arranging a rental car just about drove me to pop a xanax.
But I prevailed. It took 3 hours, but I did it.
I usually don't have a problem with decision making. But I had 4 airports 16 airlines and too many other variables to consider. And fights to break up, pineapple to cut, and cello playing to applaud.
Through sweaty palms and pounding heart I pressed the purchase now button.
I miss the days before Homeland Security and Orbitz. Back when I could walk in to an air conditioned office with my credit card and gaze at travel posters of Greece and Tahiti while a nice lady booked a flight for me and handed me a paper ticket complete with carbon.
Ah lah as Ms. Moon would say.
So the summer will end with a bang and a snorkel.
I can't wait.
Check out my sidebar. I got the button. No blogger summer school for me.