My inner self

My 24/7, round-the-clock job is to remember things for people and be a total nag - at least I behave like it is.  

It was just a work thing, and I would sometimes nag Michael, but since I had Silas, I notice, it's just what I do.  All.  The.  Time.  I call it "mommy mode," but really?  No, it's just me being a control-freak and being convinced that no one can function without me nagging them to do things.

I'm constantly sending emails, text messages, Outlook reminders and yelling across hallways at work and from the living room to the kitchen at home, "hey, don't forget..."  I'm not sure that all the people I nag are appreciative of it, but it has just bled into my personality and become a part of who I am now, so I fear they will just be dealing with it.

Last week was exhausting, and the weekend was me working and then saying to myself, "enough, take a break" rather than just finishing my work and being done with it.  So, it hung over my head for most of the weekend, which is the exact thing I wanted to avoid.  

Anyway, so it's Monday now, and I feel like I have sand in my eyes and in my brain, and I don't really care to do much thinking.  So, I've tasked myself with a mind-numbing summary for the day to do the work-equivalent of "vegging out" which would be all lovely and well, except.......my brain won't shut the eff up and leave me in peace.  

It keeps interjecting with, "hey, you need to remind Michael to go up to the office and ask that question and don't forget that one of your bosses wanted to reschedule a meeting for today and you're supposed to call and ask the pediatrician that thing Michael forgot to ask and you forgot to respond to so-and-so, you should really get back to......."  SHUT UP.  I'm tired, and I can't deal with Michelle on overdrive.

I'm not sure how normal it is to get on your own nerves, but I find that I am getting on my own nerves, which reminds me, I should Google that.....or does that fall in the category of one of the things I've banned myself from Googling?  Could plugging that into Google possibly return anything that will convince me I'm on my death bed?

Also, I finally watched Eat, Pray, Love.  I could have done without the last half of the movie.  She lost me in India, and then I was reading a book/looking up and checking in with Julia/thinking about things I needed to nag people about.  Sigh. 

Michael was asleep and didn't get to see how awful the movie was, so let's just keep that our little secret.  I do not have the energy to be both neurotic and wrong today.  M'kay?