My brain hurts. Here’s why:
Four days ago, as I was getting a few packages ready to ship, I looked in a few places for my USPS address stickers. I have about 500 of them because a local mailing center was going out of business and the guy told me to take all I wanted. And I did.
So I look in the three most likely places. No luck. Of course, you don’t need a sticker to mail the box, but I have them and I like to use them so that’s what I do. Except when I can’t find them. Then I write on the box and it looks messy.
Then two days ago I am doing something totally unrelated and presto – there are the 500 mailing stickers. I new they were somewhere, I thought to myself. Now I will know where they are the next time I have a package to mail which should be in two days.
Today. Can’t find the bleeping stickers. Looked in the three places that I looked the first time. The three places where they were not four days ago. Can’t for the life of me remember where they were two days ago when I happened upon them.
So I wrote on the boxes again. And it looked messy again. And I was so agitated at not being able to find them that I forgot to put a note in one of the boxes and sealed it. And you know what? I didn’t open it back up. I plan on e-mailing the person to tell them I’m crazy and explain what the note would have said.
I did clean off my desk two days ago and I feel like I can breathe again. A little. But the rest of the house is closing in on me. I think a purge is coming on. I have the best intentions when I try to purge, but then the saver in me comes alive.
Good lord. I just typed the words about a purge and my daughter tells me her tummy hurts. I asked her what it feels like and she said “like a volcano that is getting ready to erupt.” She will now sit in the bathroom until further notice…
My brain hurts.