Unraveling

Caffeine Units: 2
Dreams about being sexy secret agent with Brad Pitt: 1.5 (damn the alarm!)
Lunches Made: 2
Children Showered: 2
Fights with Hubby: 0

Why does the weekend unravel me so? Monday always feels like a nightmare of odds and ends and things I should have done long ago. My brain spins. I feel like such a failure. Where are the forms I need? Why did I wait until the last minute? Is it too late? What if the store is out of lacrosse sticks? Do I really need to buy the Halloween costume today? Oh crap, quarterly taxes due -- today. What happened to all the money? Do they make a cream for anxiety?

New thought for the day: Do not make things harder than they have to be.