I am feeling swamped and decidely out of my mind. This week I've made over 30 dozen cookies, delivered batches of goodies and presents, fought my daughter to get her to sleep every night, spent nearly every red cent in our account on adding to Reagan's Little People empire, wiped up enough paint to turn the Mississippi into a rainbow, and am just generally exhausted.
This weekend we have three craft shows to attend--wait, FOUR!, two bake sales and roughly 12 homes to visit on the Christmas walk. The next day is Reagan's birthday party, making more cookies and preparing for Grandma to leave to go back to Texas.
I may spend the next week lying on my bed in a pool of drool. If I don't blog for a few days, send in the guys in white coats.