Overwhelmed
** Warning, this is going to be a long post, so shut off the TV, get out your reading glasses and a cup of tea. I think I've been having tiny little panic attacks. That might be catastrophising things, but sometimes it's just hard to breathe for a few minutes. Stress is high these days. I'm pretty sure it's the kind of stress I am putting on myself, which I know because I think un-normal things like "Sleep is so annoying, I don't know why I have to waste time sleeping." and "I should write a book". I mean, comeon. How's the diet going you ask? Don't even get me started, we had donuts for breakfast. I've actually realized that I need to be appreciated, and until the babies came, I was regularly appreciated at work or at school because I am an overachiever and would go above and beyond to gain kudos. Now I am appreciated in a completely different way by Evan, the babies and both of our families. It feels different though.