Biting off more than I can chew
Since I haven't been working since June 2007 (and it was terrible then), I've had zero stress. Really. Pregnancy, new baby and all, I don't have much to stress about. The negative things are beyond my control and day-to-day is just not chaotic. A bit crazy somedays, sure, but nothing like it used to be. Until now.
It may be all in my head, but I am definitely starting to stress about the craft fair next week. Maybe it's more anxious / anxiety. I am still knitting away. I've got tags and business cards in various states of completion. I've got projects on the needles all over my house. I've got ends to weave in.
*AND* I'm working, part time, at home for google. So I'm trying to get my hours in on that, because you know, money is good and all that. *AND* I'm trying to maintain the day-to-day stuff. Lorelai may be a bit more independent, but it really feels like when she's awake I'm getting less done and very little done during her naps.
Bite, bite, chew, chew, it's all good. This face says it all.