Sometimes you need more than “buck up buckaroo”

I’m spreading myself too thin again and trying to do too many things at once … trying to make everyone happy.

I almost cried at work a few minutes ago because I realized I had taken on too much and it’s going to make me go in sane if I try to do it all. I have a lot to prepare in the next 24 hours. I’m packing for two trips and trying to make sure I’m ready for San Fran. I’ve been counting how many pairs of underwear I have to make sure I have enough to last me through all of next week.

This morning I woke up early for work and Casey got up earlier than usual. We stood in the kitchen eating cereal and then sat on the floor in the bathroom talking about our trip and I told her my schedule. I was late for work, but it was nice to catch up with her in the early morning hour when the apartment was still dark and quiet.

I’m skipping class tomorrow; thinking about how I’m going to do all my laundry and pack and prepare and be fresh and ready for the coming days.

I feel like my entire life is going to change after Friday; my dad has never had surgery before and so much is going to happen in the next few days.