Hoarder Of Ideas, Plans and Lists

The other day I watched a special that delved into the minds of hoarders. We have all heard the stories of the poor souls who hoard things and some get to the point of no return. They hold onto everything because they feel that the object "still has a life or usefulness". To any onlooker it appears to be a mass mess of disorganized junk but to the hoarder it is so very much more.

I am not a hoarder of junk by no means. I actually get great satisfaction out of going through things, donating items to goodwill, throwing away stuff and shredding documents BUT I have this issues with ideas and plans that are all a big unorganized jumble in my head. They are all very precious to me when I can grab them, hold onto them, recall them, implement them and actually take action to at least try to make them come to pass. I am a cronic list maker but when I sit down to make my lists I quickly lose interest in making my precious list, get interrupted and never finish the list, lose the list, forget what all I wanted to put on the list, etc.

I honestly think either my memory is seriously failing me, I am suffering from a hormonal imbalance or that I may have ADD or ADHD...whichever it it that describes a person like me. Mental clarity for me is sparatic at best. Making an appointment with my doctor is on one of my lists! (Seriously)

I saw a commercial once I don't know...maybe advertising a drug of some sort and it described a symptom of your mind being kind of like someone constantly turning t.v. stations in your brain.....that is exactly how my plans, ideas and mental lists are in my mind. The good thing is if you give it enough time the channels will eventually loop back around and I always hope that it will stick for a little longer the next time around. I am so very easily distracted!!!!

I am so scattered that I can't even remember to replace the toilet paper roll. We keep the extra tissue in our pantry because we do not have a closet in our bathroom and between leaving the bathroom and going to get another one I have 10 thousand thoughts that distract me. That hasn't just happened a time or two...it is EVERY time. It is irritating!!!!

Come On 8:30!!!!!

Here I sit...it is 3:28 am and I am miserable. I think Riley is on the mend but I am not. I did not go to the doctor yesterday because his office is actually closed on Fridays and the left over anibiotics that I had left over from something else earlier this year obviously are not making me better.

So...I am waiting until 8:30 when I can go to the "Little Clinic" in Publix this morning....like I said......COME ON 8:30!!!!!!!

Sickness

Here am....at home....sick....with a sick child. Our bout with strep throat started Sunday night with Sam. We had a very rough couple of days and nights and then Riley and I got sick yesterday. Last night was miserable.

My day yesterday went a little like this:

I was buried at work because I had been out Monday and Tuesday with Sam, my head started to pound around 1:00 or so, I get a call from my mom who says that Riley will not stop crying and will only say over and over that she wants to go home (while I was on the phone mom tempts her with a walk to the creek and she seems fine), I continue to feel worse and finally leave the office to go pick up my babies, on the way to my mom's she calls and says there is a terrible storm brewing and to be careful, when I get close to her house I have to turn around twice because of down trees, my gas light comes on, I get the kids picked up and try to go to 4 different gas stations to get gas all of which have no power thus I cannot get gas, gas light still on I face more down trees and detours, Riley is crying uncontrollably saying she wants to go home and that we are lost, Sam starts crying and holding his ears because Riley is so upset, I finally get to a gas station and the pump keeps cutting off at each dollar mark and then after every 40 cents or so, my head continues to pound, we FINALLY get home, Riley and I both are burning up with fever, we take our medicine and snuggle up on the recliner and she begins the screaming again because her stomach is cramping, Sam gets jealous and climbs up with us, I feel like I have been run over by a mac truck, Riley finally slept, Sam will not move and refuses our idea of spending the night with Grandma so we sit, I called the pediatrician who graciously called in an antibiotic so that would get a jump on getting her well, Jamey rant to the pharmacy to get the medicaiton, I pry myself out from under Riley and cook dinner for Jamey and Sam while Jamey bathes Sam, Jamey let me rest while he gave Riley a bath after she woke up, Jamey put Sam to bed later, Riley and I had a fitful night sleep together in my bed while Jamey slept on the couch, our night was broken up by sips of water, feeling hot, feeling cold, sweating, fever reducers, and cartoon network. WHAT A DAY!!!!

My question is....how do mother's of chronically ill children do it day in and day out? How do they not just tople over with sheer exhaustion....mental, emotional and physical exhaustion.

When my children are sick I often think of the mothers in the world who have sick children....children who have good days about as often as mine have bad. I often pray for those mothers and children. I pray that the Lord give them the strength and courage they need to carry on day after day while caring for their precious children.

A Bubble

One of the hardest parts of being a parent to me is realizing that I cannot keep my kids in a protective bubble.

They are going to be exposed to tons of things that I cannot control...everything from people using bad language around them to true heartbreak.

I just wish I could keep them protected from all bad things forever!!!!