Decompressing

This has been a crazy week.   I hate when things get hectic and chaotic.  I like my life routine and simple and boring.  My husband was out-of-town all week, which added an additional layer of craziness to the mix.  I purposely over-scheduled the week with play-dates and school stuff, in the hopes that it would make the days fly by.  All I accomplished was running myself to the point of exhaustion and putting myself in a foul mood.

In addition to being overambitious this week, I have been experiencing some sleep deprivation too.  I've been having soooooo much troubling falling asleep at night.  I am not really sure what the problem is, but I have a few theories.  I am a worrier by nature, so all this car crap has been stressing me out.  Additionally, Izzy has been going through this annoying phase where he needs constant reassurance and will not let me out of his sight for even 2 seconds.  This also stresses me out.  And then there are a million other little reasons too.  I actually wrote this overly dramatic post last night, but right before I went to publish it, I somehow deleted it.  I took that as a sign, and decided not to rewrite it.

So, this weekend I am going to be a hermit.  After a period of being social and active, I need time to decompress.  I just want to stay inside and not answer my phone and read a book.  I cannot tell you how good it feels to get all of the noise out of my head and to relax.