Happy Sad Laugh Cry Time
You know it is getting ridiculous when you have a thirty minute crying jag over getting a jury summons, because you can't envision how much more chaotic your life can get, and then, there it is, in your hand. You're staring in disbelief at a jury summons and you're wailing and gnashing your teeth and laughing at the same time because COME ON.
No really. Bring it, life.
Once again, I can't share any of the stories about what all has made my life feel so extra crazy in the last few weeks, but suffice it to say that I'm well past the point of being able to deal gracefully. Since graceful is out, I'm doing a lot of Lamaze breathing and taking the moments of levity when they appear. Melting down has never been my style. I tend to bite off my fingernails and my hair shows its displeasure by shedding when I'm stressed out.
I'm looking fan-freaking-tastic, is what I'm trying to say here. Just in time for holiday photos, too. Heh.