Overthinking it ...

You know, my eating disorder was all about not feeling things, and learning and relearning to feel is what I've been all about ever since. You don't read too much about it here because I know that if I am writing about how I feel, I'm obviously thinking about how I feel rather than simply feeling. If you know what I mean.

One of my biggest life flaws is my no half-way rule. (I'm working on it thinking about how to change this going to change this um ...)

Anyhoo.

Many of you follow my friend Lisa, over at Seeking Elevation, but for those of you who have been busy or don't, she's just published a brilliant post entitled How to Seduce Your Own Husband. In it she hits that thinking thing directly on the noggin.

Now. Here's another thing I tend to not write about: My s--s--s-- my s--s--s-- my ... um ... my ... er ... nightlife. But Lisa does, with admirable abandon. And in the above-mentioned post, she has written something akin to my experience, which means I don't have to. Right down to the baking soda hair wash.

View One: how my bath is supposed to look.

Except currently I have no working shower, only a big claw-foot bathtub right in the middle of my kids' playroom. Don't ask; it seemed like a good idea at the time. Listen: when I chose the design, I was still thinking with my "lover's" brain rather than a momma brain. The room was supposed to be our sexy loft master bedroom.

View Two: how my bath actually looks.

And I thought that a latter rebuild of the shower on my main floor would turn out better than it did. It leaks. Badly. And the master bedroom in the suite below doesn't appreciate the rain.

Anyhoo. If you haven't already, treat yourself to a wild and wonderful ride inside of the mind of a woman who is a mother, a lover, and one hell of a writer. You might just see yourself there. Whether you are a mother or not.

When you're done, please come back here and tell me how to turn off my brain. Because despite my best efforts, mine is still traveling about a gazillion miles a moment. Especially during s-- seh-- my ... sigh ... nightlife.