Paralysis

I'm paralyzed.

Not literally exactly. I can still walk and wiggle my fingers and toes.

It's my brain that's the problem.

I've got several very difficult projects sitting in from of me, some that I literally do not know how to do. Yes, I can learn. But all of that takes T-I-M-E and brain power. My brain feels shot. This is not my best time of the month for energy or ideas.

I do not like a learning curve that requires me to take hours upon hours to learn stuff that, if someone was sitting right next to me, would take me 5 or 10 minutes to understand.

Since my kids have been back in school I have been feverishly slaving away at the computer, working, working, working on my business escapades every moment that I could.

And I burned myself out on it in less than a week. (That's PMS for you!)

The other day I forced myself to make a little schedule (just a general one) for times to do house stuff, times to do work stuff, and times to do kid stuff. If I can stick to it, I'll be a sane-r woman.

For this week, though, when my brain is so fried that I can't hardly start, I decided to just chill out with my preschooler. He starts school on Monday, and then I will be alone for 16 hours a week (except for when my husband is here, which will be more demand on my time than when the kids are home....).

My brain is so fried that when I went for a hair cut (to fix the bad, bad, made-me-cry pre-vacation hair cut) on Tuesday and my stylist asked me, "So, do you want bangs or want to grow this out?" I was completely and utterly unsure what the answer was. I was like, "Um, well, hmmm, I'm not sure......let's see......well.....huh.....um.....I don't know......." Yeah, it's bad. [Note to self: No more hair cuts while under the spell of PMS. Furthermore, the bangs were a bad call. Next time, grow them out.]

So, naps, movies, and outings this week. Next week...hopefully I won't be paralyzed any more.