I have a lot on my plate right now. Girls Camp is next week, Primary needs some major attention and stuff has been happening at the Pod that make me want to hide in the super secret hidden room they have there with a pillow, a blanket, and a James Taylor CD. Plus, I've been going through it all while suffering a bout of the old PMS which means I have a very full plate with a side of tears and bloating.
Which is how I found myself in the grocery story this afternoon putting about 20 pounds of snack food and chocolate back on the shelves after it mysteriously appeared in my basket. It was as if my rational and composed self was abducted by aliens and was replaced by a Cathy cartoon.