Skipping therapy....

I have already stated previously that this blog is my cheap version of self therapy. I have been very anxious and strung out lately and been very lazy about attending to my theraputic lessons here at "Blah..blah..blah.... and it is obvious. I have lost a little control lately. You know that control button that freaks out right before you try to start anything new in your life? For some strange reason I thought by sending out an edict to the Universe, "My life needs to change or else" that the Universe would know exactly what I meant and I would wake up to a beautiful body, adoring husband who cleans the kitchen and mops the floors, a beautiful clean house with a new creative room/study ...(yes, the damn room is still in boxes) , a job where my work was caught up and fulfilling, yada yada....
...silly fool...
Had a wonderful weekend though! I escaped to Richmond to meet Jimmy! No, I am not cheating on Mike... Jimmy is Tiff's little boy. Precious, just absolutely precious. I brought a huge suitcase filled with 50lbs of clothes ranging from 0-6 months. We had such a great weekend sitting around doing nothing, and drinking wine...lots of wine. Two glasses into the evening when my eyes blinked a little slower but my mouth seemed to speed up with ease, I realized it had been way too long since I had done this! Cried when I got off the plane and saw her, cried when I got back on the plane and left her...Oh I love you, pretty girl!! Just pack it up and come home...Shaun will understand, right?!?!