Thin

I'm afraid I have some sort of fixation with piling on as much stuff on my shoulders as humanly possible.  I stretch myself so thin that I just know one day I'm going to be laying across the floor flat as a pancake.  Still no one will  notice.  No one will pay mind, until the house is a mess, my homework's not done, the dogs aren't bathed and my son has not been tended too.  Well, I can't say that.  He would always be tended to by hubby.  So then, who would notice?  I'd probably just lay there flat, continually piling things on as if one day I might just be super woman.  I might just knock the town down and rebuild it, why?  Because someone said I couldn't.  Because I didn't feel that the other 500 things I had to do that day were enough.  Or more importantly...because someone asked me to.

I have an inability to say no.  Take another task on?  Yes. Why yes?  Because "no" does not fall into my vocabulary.  My personal favorite is, "You're a strong woman, you will figure out a way to get it all done."  Ahhhh, yes, a challenge. Now I most certainly cannot say no. Clean the yard, get three paper written, take care of son, take in another foster dog, take this dog for a walk, clean terreriums, loan some money, watch other people's kids, smile when hubby brings in another reptile for me to tend to, read my school books...sex? Why not add that into the day?  Is it finally bed time at 4 am? YES!

Don't mind me down here....just trying to figure out how to put my super hero cape back on.