Mine mine mine, all mine: overwrought

This morning, my husband kindly pointed out to me that I seemed more than a little distracted the last couple of days.

To which I responded, "I'm sorry...what did you say? I wasn't listening."

My brain feels like a hamster in one of those little round exercise spinny things (that is the official term for it, yes) - it just goes around and around in circles and never really gets anywhere.

Here's what's going through my brain, right this very second:

I have to get the dogs their rabies shots because they're way past due but finding time to get them to one of those mobile pet labs is a huge pain in the ass because Charles doesn't get home until almost 8 p.m. during the week and I can't take them by myself because I can't fit two greyhounds and a baby into the backseat of a Mercury Sable, it's just not physically possible also I have to order Drew's birthday cake from Publix because we're going on vacation next week and it has to be ordered before then so it's ready in time and I can't do it online you actually have to be at the store in person which is crazy, you should be able to order cakes online, and I have to buy my mother a birthday present because we'll be celebrating her birthday while we're at the beach, and the cell phone, power and cable bills are due today don't forget to pay those, and did I pay daycare yet this week or not? Also, I need some flip-flops and Charles needs some new sneakers and we have a whole bunch of laundry that needs to be washed, dried and folded so we'll have clothes to wear on vacation and won't be running around naked or dressed in smelly filth and I feel like there's something else that I'm forgetting, oh yes, Drew's birthday invitations have to be mailed out so we need to go to the post office during lunch today.

So, of course, being a man, Charles tries to fix it by telling me to "stop worrying." Which is like telling the wind to stop blowing or the sun to stop being so damn bright.

I guess it doesn't help that I kept forgetting to refill my Lexapro prescription. This is my brain without antidepressants - worry, fret, stress out over something really ridiculously minor, cry and then lock myself in my room and pull the covers over my head.

Yes, I got the prescription refilled yesterday, so nobody needs to nag me. It's all under control. I SWEAR TO GOD IT IS REALLY.

Anyway.

Did I mention we're going on vacation?

Next Thursday, we'll be cruising down the road headed to the beautiful Isle of Palms - off the coast of South Carolina near Charleston.

We'll be staying in a house right on the ocean, along with my parents, my sister Jenn and her husband and my other sister Laura and her boyfriend.