I am writing this to officially admit I have gone crazy! cuckoo! lost the plot! nuts!
My floors are filthy, my pantry and kitchen cabinets are in array. I have pen marks on my couch from Wyatt making "pretties" for the third time in a month! My child gate was somehow ripped from its hinges by a two year old and lays against the wall waiting repair. My neighbor's decided to get 2 puppies because, evidently, the weekly complaints I make to the Humane Society about their existing dog isn't enough fun for them. 2 rooms have pink stains on the carpet that I cannot remove, as a result of my son vomiting cranberry juice. My cat has furballs. My sheets have pen on them (guess the couch wasn't enough). My car is full of goldfish, teddy grahams and milk stains and the car seat needs to be replaced because after repeated vomiting/washing its falling to bits. I washed Wyatt's curtains and they are now 6 inches shorter than the sheers. How come after washing and ironing curtains twice they STILL have creases from being packaged?! I still haven't painted the purple guest room. I've lost the power drill I need for countless projects. The stairs to my basement and the den in the basement look like I'm preparing for a garage sale, when in fact I've just been throwing things down there so I don't have to look at them on my main floor. Wyatt still needs referrals to specialists that the moron in the Drs office can't seem to process. Tricare sent me a bill for a covered visit in Denver. Eric's 15 year old daughter in dating at 17yr old. I cannot figure out for the life of me how to download McAfee onto my laptop. I have a pair of jeans that, after 4 visits to the tailor, still don't fit right. Wyatt has a double ear infection and a cough that wont go away. The fluid in my windshield wipers is empty and I don't know how to replace it, there's a patch of bare floor where my cat has been trapped in Wyatt's bedroom, my back sliding glass door won't close and lock for some reason, I just realised that I never applied for the rebate on my phone, the magnet on the back sliding glass door is missing and so I can't arm the alarm, there are finger prints on EVERY mirror in the house.
Here's the thing. I know that I am not dealing with any more than the rest of you. My laundry is done, my fridge is stocked, my dishes are clean, my bills are paid. But, here's where I think I've gone a little crazy.. I tore out the carpet in my master bathroom and am now trying to figure out how to remove the toilet so that I can remove the existing linoleum in there and paint too. Have I gone insane? I know what it is...its the need to stay busy, overwhelmingly busy, so that I don't have time to sit still and think.
...and after I wrote all of this I got up and went and got dressed in order to cross some of this pathetic stuff from my "to do" list. When I came back down Wyatt has opened a jello packet on my couch and was swimming in it...its not necessarily the deployment - its having a 2yr old boy on my own during deployment. The destruction, the mess, the constant running from one pig sty to the next. Its driving me nuts! LOL
Anyway, I felt the compelling need to admit this to everyone in order to dispel any guilt I have about the current state of my life and my house. LOL! I AM in control, I AM in control, I AM in control...:-)