I know I'm stressed when...

Let's celebrate Working Moms Wednesday!

There is a small handful of people who might find some irony in my previous comment...you know who you are.

I know I'm stressed when...

I realize that my diet consists mostly of junk food, Diet Coke, and coffee.

I cry.

I make other people cry.

The thought of taking a vacation makes me tired.

I refuse to look at my to-do list because there is just too much to do.

I find Jake's socks in my drawer, Rachel's diapers in our closet and my coat hanging on the back porch.

All of my conversations begin with, "ummmm...ahhhhh...."

I can't sleep at night because my brain won't shut off.

I find myself praying that the Domestic Fairy will come along and fold my laundry, take the trash out and cook meals....and I catch myself actually thinking that such a thing could possibly exist.

I throw everything on my desk into one pile so it appears to be less overwhelming (since it's taking up less desk space).

and...of course....

I blog when I should be working.