i went to the costco photo center tonight to pick up an order. and after the woman behind the desk had looked for my order for five minutes, it hit me that i actually never placed my order at all, i had just made it all up in my head. that's full blown crazy right there. epic-levels-of-stress-on-all-fronts-induced crazy. either that or being 31 is going to be a lot uglier than i had thought. and i'm trying really, really hard to not park my kids in front of pbs for the next few days while i try to cross stuff off my list, but when i encourage imaginative free-play, they invite the clothes on the bottom rung of my closet to play along.
i mean, uncle. this one's waiting till tomorrow.
we all get stressed out. it's nothing new. a little breakdown, a good ugly-cry and this trailer of wonderful things to come made my situation a bit more manageable (i have missed thee, wes anderson, with your 'from above' shots and perfect symmetry):