Whenever I am getting overwhelmed, and my voice is getting increasingly shrill as I tell Paul all the things that are overwhelming me, he quotes one of our favorite lines from The Simpsons:
Kent Brockman (news anchor): So, professor, would you say it's time for everyone to panic?
Professor: Yes I would, Kent.
Paul condenses it down to "Would you say it's time to panic?," asked in a soothing, affectionate, backing-away-to-get-the-tranquilizer-darts tone of voice. Today I am leaning towards YES I WOULD, KENT.
Suddenly I am overwhelmed. Everything was fine, and now everything is not. I am so far behind on photos, I don't want to think about it or talk about it, and let's not think or talk about laundry, either. My friends are wondering if we're still friends. My mother-in-law is coming in two months, give or take a month, and I don't see any way to get the house cleaned for that visit. Books, movies, and magazines are piling up. My toenails need painting, a present needs wrapping, my hair needs cutting and coloring, brownies need to be made and eaten. I need to tell you about the dream I had about David Boreanaz. And now Henry wants to nurse again. YARRRRRGGG!
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...