I have not only thought it was Wednesday on Tuesday but Thursday on Wednesday and now Friday on Thursday.
I am unable to keep track of daily tasks.
I leave myself a note and then remember the note far past the time I needed to remember what it was.
I set reminders on my calendar and then realize when I haven't received the reminder that I put it on the wrong date or time.
Is this what really happens the closer you get to 30?
The wrinkles begin to show, you gain a few gray hairs and you start to lose your memory?
Aren't these things supposed to happen later in life?
Whether it is the stress from work or the lack of sleep something has crept inside of me and turned me upside down.
I came home last night and cracked the wine bottle open the minute I stepped in the door.
Then I spent twenty minutes looking for the missing cork that had so sneakishly rolled behind the candy jar.
Help. Please. Help. Me.
A lot of you have really helped me over the period of time that I have had this blog and I am forever grateful.
I am hoping to spend an hour or two catching up on your blogs and writing more "non-venting" posts.
If I only had an in-home therapist to guide me in the right direction.
One more day.....I think I can....I think I can.....I think I can.....