Twitch

My eye twitch is back.  I'm not sure why.

Perhaps it has something to do with the number looking back up at me on the scale this morning.  And my deep fear that I will once again gain all the weight I worked so hard to lose.  So that I can stamp a great big, red FAIL to my forehead.  Because I just can't seem to get myself back on track.

Or maybe it has something to do with the dream I woke up to this morning where I let Finleigh have this brain surgery that would make her all better (and by better I mean "normal" or caught up or at least talking) and she died on the operating table.  If that doesn't tell me about how conflicted I am, I'm not sure what does.  I guess I have issues.  That was a crappy dream.  And for the record, I don't want her to die.

Or maybe it's the realization that I'm moving in less than 3 weeks and I have a whole lot to do.  And then I'm going to have to start driving my kids to school, which is really going to suck.  What the hell are we doing???

Or maybe it's the disaster that is my house.  I know I'm packing, but do we need to have stuff EVERYWHERE?

This post is sounding much more upsetting than I really am.  Honest.  The sky is blue and I'm going to go for a walk now while the kids are in school.  And enjoy God's creation and regroup.

Just sayin'... my eye twitch is back.