today she told me i was OCD--
its 3:48 a.m.
the house is quiet
except for the occasional
so maybe it sounds like santa's workshop over here
the combination of procrastination and OCD are a sad, sad thing. i remember this AMAZING lady in our ward growing up-- she could sew anything, but always waited until the last minute, and stay up all hours of the night. i even remember that for one of her daughters' wedding she didn't finish her other daughters bridesmaid dress-- it was not sewn but held together with pins. i remember judging and thinking why would someone be like that-- now its ME! if only there were more hours in the day-- or if only i would learn that i am not superwoman, moving the piano by myself is NOT a good idea, and i need to quit having all this ambition-- cause my old stinky body can't keep up with my ambition any more :D when will i learn.
i only pray that it will all be worth it come saturday
come see why this crazy lady has been staying up all hours of the night :D
i finally forced myself to plop into bed at 5:30 this morning-- only to be rudely awakened by the sun at seven-- when i woke up-- if was as if i had slept a full eight hours-- what is wrong with me?????