Crazy Kook....Toot Toot! :)

Everybody else is asleep. I'm not. As I'm walking down the hall from my room to the staff office, one of the Resident Coordinator's (RCs) pokes her head around the corner, smiles and says, "The usual?" Smiling back, I say,
"Yep.
I can't sleep.
I'm a crazy, anxious kook tonight.
I'm worry-McFurry.
I'm going crazy in my head, walking around my room wanting to "fix" something, clean something, do something. I just want to organize the snot out of things that are inconsequential....like my shoes or the clothes in my drawer. My shoes are "perfectly" lined up in my closet, but the pressure to "organize" them and make them just right is almost too much to handle. Thank Jesus this day is only 24 hours long, because if it were an hour longer, I think I would cave and get caught up in a whirlwind of soap bubbles, sanitizers of all shapes, sizes, and colors, and leaving my final touch.....touch......touch.......tap.......tap......touch.....touch, "just right" as if the just right touch is the cherry on the top of this OCD Sunday." (Bada bing...haha.)

The RCs were both laughing. I caught one sort of rolling/rubbing her eyes as though contemplating whether there was some truth in my original statement of being a kook. She gave me my sleeping med, asked if there was anything else I needed, I said no as I walked out of the room, but then ducked back in to let them know that topping off my fabulously anxious evening was a gassy tummy. Toot! Toot! :)

Good night world. Sweet dreams! :)