Oh I do LOTS of things when I am manic. My newest idea is to make woven purses out of old garden seed catalogues. Also, I've woven about 10 coasters (for drinks to sit on), salvaged a coffee table that was on the side of the road, fixed the leg, distressed the paint, decopaged some flowers on it, and now it adorns my living room. Not to mention the garden and the fish that I am worrying to freaking death. Thank goodness I have xanax or else I'd probably never go to sleep. Yesterday I was so much in a bad mood that my husband suggested I take a nap. I laid there for 50 mins staring at the clock and then got up. Poor guy tried to cut the yard (to make me happy, he hates yard work=that's the stuff I always do) and I went outside and screamed at him. So he didn't cut the grass and got mad at me because I won't let him help with anything. Its not that I don't want help, its that I am a fricken lunatic and unable to accept help. Oh the fun. I am hoping that today I can be nice to my son. That's my goal. I've got to stay in control enough not to nit-pic him to death. Today is his first day of summer vacation and I don't want to ruin it for him.

Now I am off to get a cup of coffee. Yes, I know, NO coffee. But I have absolutely no other vice, so I am drinking my coffee.