Overloaded

I went to spin last night when all I wanted was to sit home and eat apple crisp.

I went to the gym today when I was exhausted after getting the kids out of the house in time to walk Gabe to school and also need to accomplish a ton of "homework" before next week. I just had to get to there, for my own sake.

I found out from NYU and my doctor's that the faxes I wrote out and sent out yesterday were no good because me typing my name wasn't enough. They needed my signature. So I have to re-type a second request and attach a big fat John Hancock.

While reading and replying through work e-mails after Anna went down for a nap and I got back from the gym, I fell asleep for I am not sure how long. This is what I looked like.

Stress is causing me headaches, constipation (for the first time really ever in my life... I actually always prided myself on my healthy poop track and colon), shortness of breath, heart palpitations and acne. If I could sit in at a cafe or a bar all day and smoke cigarettes and shoot the breeze with anyone who will listen, I would.

Instead, I have the goal of making a few weekday Masses and bought a new journal. I like writing letters to God. I say prayers and do some night time reading, but I've always been better at writing it out. I want to make sure I am making clear sense to Him upstairs.

Lately I've felt pretty non-sensical.

I'm going to head to the shower and try to take a nap, despite the massive amounts of work I have to do. Sometimes, I just need to know when to stop.