Hold On!

Hello. My name is Heidi. I have a problem. I over-think.

I should seriously start a help group for people just like me. But then I would think about it all of the time and it would create the need for more help for me, less for others in the group. Anywho, I have a serious problem.

It might be the fact that my husband had a child with someone else. I mean, let's be honest - that can cause a whole lot of problems that we don't need to get in to right now. It might be the fact that I watch Forensic Files like an addict. It might be the fact that I have to analyze everything in my life. It might be the fact that I probably need to up my dose of medication. Whatever it is, I have a problem. Did I mention I have a problem??

Eric is trying to help me knock this stuff off. He has discovered that I over-think everything. Every word he says. Every little picture he sends me. Every plan we make. I over-think all of it. Yesterday, he called me. We talked for a few minutes, then I went in to a meeting. All I thought about that entire meeting was our conversation and I kept questioning (in my mind) what we talked about. After the meeting, I sent him a text that was about 1,000 words, telling him that I was so sorry for this and that and the other. He just replied, "Babe. Stop giving yourself a hard time. Just laugh." Oh. That was literally my response. "Oh."

My positive affirmation card today reads, "You are terrific. YAY!"

I'm going to work on over-thinking that sucker!

Busted and Broken

I have met my match with my boss! Master Backer, as I call him, is also a wee bit high strung. The two of us together can, at times, be a bit explosive. Sometimes things get a little loud, a little animated, a little immature. Anywho, on Friday he was standing in my office doorway and was upset about something and punched the door frame. Down went my clock - which also happens to be the first gift Josh ever bought for me. Shattered. Like, the hands on the poor clock busted off. There is no saving this clock from clock heaven (yes, I do believe there is such a place).

I think he was a bit embarrassed, as he should have been! One of our garbage drivers came in to see what all of the commotion was. I may or may not have been a little upset. Weird. Anywho, he told me he would go right out and buy me another one. It just wouldn't be the same, so I went ahead and ordered a generic one from Office Depot.

I was sad.