I totally left work early today. No I didn’t sneak out, but I did leave early. A lot early. Normal people can enjoy doing that. Apparently I can’t. I knew I used to feel guilt if I left early, even if I was actually sick but I thought I might have changed. I haven’t. So when I got home and tried to take a nap (people are always talking about great naps) I of course couldn’t sleep. I have that guilty pit in my stomach. It’s really ridiculous. I should NOT feel bad. I never miss work! I have never called in sick! Ever! I am late probably more than I should be, but I stay late too… I could go on and on trying to justify this. I could. It’s the chatter in my head right now. I think I am going to let the logical side win and try to enjoy the afternoon. It’s a beautiful day. It’s so nice to be home. It’s so quiet right now. I love that, when the house is silent and the only noise is that of birds singing outside.

Now see what I did up there in that last paragraph? I went from raving-OCD-guilt-work issues right to a Mary Poppins-bird-singing thing. I love how crazy I am . Nutty as a loon, I tell you! [imagine cuckoo clock sounds now]

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