I have had panic attacks for as long as I can remember, but have only been on meds for a couple of years. Last night as I watched my tiny pill swirl around the sink after it slipped from my fingers just millimeters ahead of me trying to catch it only to see it slip down the drain, I stopped and laughed to myself. That is so like a panic attack; things feel like they are spiraling out of control and you are just one grasp away from safety. The last couple of weeks have been a bit stressful and taxing. This "wonderful" computer decided to loose my homework for an Early Childhood class that I have been working on all winter and I have now been trying to recreate it. Our truck fell apart and hopefully today and $1200.00 later it will be fixed. Scott and I have been trying to juggle life as a one car family since Monday - NOT good with our work schedules and 3 small children. I am looking forward to being a two car family again.
My cure for all of this is spending a weekend (starting tomorrow) with my Mom and Sister scrapbooking at the camp I used to work at. This is our quarterly scrapcamp - four days of nothing but scrapping, sleeping (very little), eating fabulous food made by Rhonda and reminiscing with friends and family. Way fun. Dad and Grandpa will be hanging out with the kids for the weekend.
Today is February 2 - Ground hog's Day, what will be the prediction for spring? I know I am hoping for a very early spring, I am way over winter. According to Staten Island's Chuck and Punxsutawney Phil of Pennsylvania we are in for an early spring as neither of them saw their shadow. I truly hope that they are correct. Spring come soon please, my sleeping garden beds are wanting to awaken.
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