So I am BEYOND stressed today, BEYOND! Just beyond. I’m totally obsessed with selling our house, or more accurately, with not selling our house. I woke up in the middle of the night and had to fight the urge to mop the kitchen floors, because what if someone comes in our house and loves it and just has to have it, and then they see dirt all over the kitchen floor and decide they hate the whole thing and then tell everyone it’s a crappy house? Which it is NOT, mind you, it’s awesome and if you are looking to live somewhere in DC please for the love of God let me know.
Adding to the stress is some office politics, which I used to be REALLY good at, but now it all just freaks me out. I’m also remembering the days early on at the firm when I used to be so overly eager for new work, and would literally call people I didn’t know and ask them if I could please oh please have an assignment from them. Now every time I’m offered some new work, I have to do this bizarre calculus in my head and weigh my current work and my husband’s travel schedule and my kids’ upcoming doctor’s appointments and field trips and birthday parties… Actually, now that I write this out, I think my current calculus is much more simple than it used to be. Used to be: how much can I take on to really impress everyone? Now: how much can I take on without completely screwing something up? Sigh.
Anywho, do you know what I listen to when I am stressed? Of course you do not. So I will share it with you. I defy you to listen to this song and not chill a bit. There are random pictures of naked women and weed in the video, which I tell you not as a warning, but as an incentive to watch.