The term "get a grip" has taken on a whole new meaning for me. Since the onset of the anxiety attack earlier this week, I find myself using this as a personal mantra. Never again will I tell someone to get a grip without really taking the time to see if they are actually hanging on by a thread, or knee deep in melodrama.
I am in the process of gaining my grip. I don't have a clue where I lost it, or when it disappeared, but obviously I need to find it again.
On a lighter note, we have 7 days until we hit the road for our vacation....who's counting? I am basically packed, and will finish up this weekend.
On my list of things to do: Nails: a must when traveling....nice looking nails; make sure the car will be stocked with plenty of water.....there's a lot of nothing-ness between here and LA; finish up packing - you know count the number of underwear and make sure there are plenty...I don't want to have to be out buying underwear on vacation!!; lots of charged batteries and chargers....drives me nuts to run out of good batteries!!; clean the house...that way it's clean when we get back (or so we hope since we'll have housewatchers).
I know I'll think of lots more over the next few days.....oh, and I'll continue to get a grip.....
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