Whine, whine, whine

Ever had that scary moment when you realize the only way to get all the stuff done that is on your plate is to get up earlier? And earlier, and earlier, and.....Then you realize it doesn't matter so just don't go to bed. But that means I won't sleep and I'll have to subsist on hot tea and toast and that's no way to live. I mean, what about the vegetables and proteins for a balanced diet? And the paper work will just not get done, not to mention the laundry.

What about that volunteer job I promised I have done by yesterday? And getting the cupcakes baked for the class, and oh, I just remember what I forgot about February and it's February already and I haven't gotten to the other things that MUST BE DONE before I can leave and......(smack upside the head)

Sorry, you shouldn't have to see that. I'll force her back into the room, once we tighten the straps on the jacket. There, there, all quiet now. As you may notice she is still squirming and trying to talk but we have found a soft cotton gag works best.

It's the I-must-be-perfect-or-no-one-will-love-me stage again. It usually follows a seminar. We've seen this pattern before. Fortunately, we caught this stage in time before it progressed to total spinning in place. That is so ugly.

But with a little rest and tight adherence to the Calendar, she will quiet down. Not into catatonia, which is what happened last time. Yes, Waldo, you in the corner it was your fault, you were supposed to be watching her and making note of what was transpiring. Don't sniff, it's rude.

All that said, she will be able to receive visitors in a day or so. Until then, we will keep the stimuli to a minimum and give her small sips of tea, with an occasional cracker. Truly, it is best.

Really, you'd think I could keep two of those sides of me in check. Heavy sigh. But I do promise to be back on track tomorrow, for real. Heavier sigh.