It was ONLY a DREAM

A few nights ago I had a bona fide panic attack because of a dream.

Hello, my name is Crazy. I live in Crazytown with my loving Crazy and have three-almost-four little crazies of my own.

Back to my dream ... I dreamed someone close to me was getting married (so far on track - my sister in law is getting married the weekend before The Young Wedding next June), and the day before the wedding the cake baker backed out.  I nobly stepped up to bake the wedding cake, and let it be noted I have never baked a wedding cake in my life.  So in my dream, I'm rushing around at midnight to Sam's Club, Kroger's, wedding stores, any place I could think of to help me bake this cake - and I realized I lost Gracie way back at Sam's Club.  And I could not find her. I'm stopping every little girl in Sam's Club and examining her lower lip for this funny birthmark she has, and to no avail.

I woke up in a sweat, breathing hard, actually panicking.  When I realized I was at home in my own bed, it was everything in me to not rush down to her room and cuddle her sweet little self to me for the rest of the night.

I took this dream as a sign of extreme issues with overcommitting.  I know I'm not alone - I've always heard that if you want something done, ask a busy person. They know how to do it all because they are already doing it all.

I think I overschedule because I am very optimistic. I am positive about the outcome, I'm not afraid to jump in and make decisions.  Sometimes my home life suffers for that a bit as I drag the kids from pillar to post accomplishing all of my Very Important Tasks.

I cannot promise that I will say "No" to everything or even every other thing I am asked to be involved in, but I can assure you that I will be satisfied to be the shoulder the Bride cries on if the wedding cake baker backs out and let someone else chase wedding cake supplies.