It finally hit …

It’s official, exhaustion is mine.

It seems like the past five months have lasted a year.

There has been heartache, surgery and an all around effort to help others (constantly).

It hit me (out of the blue) how much I have to do in the next month.  And, I suddenly feel somewhat overwhelmed and apprehensive (even though it’s all going to bring me to a lovely place).

I have kept myself so busy all these months that I literally haven’t had the time to think (it’s a great tool and much undervalued in life).

I’ve also spent very little time at home in the past three months(great for my energy bill bad for relaxation).  So, when I arrive there on Wednesday, I have allotted myself approximately two days to do nothing.

This nothingness should include – doing nothing – sleeping – reading – catching up on recorded shows on my DVR – one on one puppy time and sleeping (did I mention that already?).   After the two days expire I will begin the real work.  Packing my entire home, reducing my belongings, finding movers and finding storage.

Here’s a little known fact:

I don’t do well under this kind of pressure (Truth be told I am a girl who requires a bit of supervision at times).

The good thing is that I am aware of my shortcomings.

The bad thing is there is nothing I can do to make it better (lists you say? I lose them. Trust me).

I’ve already begun dreaming about losing my little dog, only to find her later bubble wrapped and packed in a box marked valuables. No. Really.

What’s a girl to do?

Does anyone have a magic wand or a sprinkling of pixie dust?

Rant over.

Carry on.