For a couple of months now the stress of being pulled in too many directions has been building to a crescendo. I knew it was time to fall apart and go a little crazy at home before it happened in public.
My moment to fall apart came this week when an innocuous little thing was the last straw. I had worked hard to get all my “to do’s” done and things were going swimmingly – I thought. Then P.Diddy, the cat, knocked a just-opened box of baking soda onto my freshly waxed floor. (She was mad because I put her on diet cat food.)