The last couple of weeks have turned me into a stress-filled basket case...of sorts. I'm sitting her on a Saturday morning obsession over some random adminstrative paperwork (that can be fixed and can honestly wait until Monday) and the fact that I left (I think) The Governor's birth certificate in my office (I needed to bring it to his school for re-enrollment). In my head, I'm cross-examining myself, and the line of questioning is completely unyielding: "Is it really still in the office, or did you end up recycling it?" "Why didn't you just leave it in the car so that it would be at home this weekend?" "Are you or are you not going into the office to pick it up?"
If it wasn't snowing, I'd plan on a quick jaunt to the office to take care of both of those things, but with that and Conan sleeping in, it may not be worth the risk. It's probably not, and two weeks ago, it woudn't have bothered me. However, yesterday at 5 p.m., I was sitting on the phone, listening to my boss berate clients who frankly messed up and are trying to cover their tracks. So I'm hell-bent on relaxing this weekend, but my brain has been set on high and is continuing to work overtime, even though it doesn't have to. I wish I could take it out of my skull and find the setting dial and dial it down a notch.
Posted by equilibrium-girl at February 11, 2006 09:55 AM