It wasn’t until today that I ever thought of myself as an overachiever. Maybe on some levels, I’ve known.  But I don’t think I’ve ever caught a glimpse of how others see me. I’m a Facebooker. (Yeah, who isn’t?) I’ve blogged before about how great this social network is because as a military brat, it is extremely difficult to keep in touch with friends from childhood when sometimes you can’t remember what year you lived where.  Anyway, so I have subscribed to several military brat-related pages and caught up with some old friends and made some new ones.

One particular page is full of “regulars” who post daily what they’ve done and what they’re planning to eat and other stuff that usually ends up with all of us nearly “chatting” via bulletin board-type posts.  Today I actually typed up my little laundry list of stuff I did today before 1130 hrs (that’s 11:30 a.m. for you civilian types) and I think I managed to exhaust at least 3 people who typed that they were off to take a nap due to my activity.

Honestly, while I am my own biggest fan and LOVE to toot my own horn, I wasn’t bragging.  In my own opinion, I managed to waste the day away with ONLY the stuff I got done, while ignoring the ginormous “to-do” list looming over my head.  I took a nap from being so damn tired. I don’t get much sleep at night. As much as I blame my kids (who are TOTALLY at fault for about half of my exhaustion), ultimately it’s my own damn fault.  If I wasn’t such a control freak who pushes herself to complete every single thing on her never-ending list of stuff to do, I WOULD get more sleep at night, I would probably be healthier and I would have less stress in my life.  Of course, if I did that, then I wouldn’t be the neurotic, selectively-OCD crazed nut-job that my family and friends have come to know and love.

I’m getting a little better. I quit wiping off the stove and now delegate that responsibility to whichever little smart-mouth gets in trouble during the day.  One step at a time…

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