I Can Hear Myself Think

It is so nice and quiet. Gunther is at grandpas house and Marc and I are enjoying a day without our child. (lol) Although he was quite a handful this morning. We had some errands to run this afternoon, went to Ikea and bought a CD tower, and then to the mall because some store had a sale on camping gear. Marc loves camping, and I don’t really, but I figure I should at least give it a try this summer. I haven’t been since high school.

I remember going to brownie and girl guide camp when I was younger, and the last time I was there, I think it traumatized me. I was gone for 2 weeks and was terribly homesick. I remember writing my mom a letter telling her how much I wanted to come home, and hated it. I did not send her the letter cause I was worried she would be worried. She always told me how it amazed her I had the sense to not send it at 8 years old. There were huge spiders in the tent, and I was always going to the outhouse alone in the middle of the night, cause my roomies would never get up. (We were supposed to go together). I remember coming home on the bus and crying when we pulled in. I did not know then why I was crying, I didn’t know it was tears of happiness.

Anyway, what followed was years of having a major phobia of spiders where if there was one in my room and I tried to kill it and couldn’t or whatever, I would not sleep in that room for days. Also I started this major homesickness thing. I would not go and sleep over at anyone’s house. I even sent a friend home while she was sleeping over at my house cause I was so anxious. Weird huh? That was the start of Anxiety and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder for me. My camping trip did not do me good!

Anyway, I don’t know how that all came back….

Marc and I are both so tired. Gunther was up at 4am, 5am, 6am. We’ll probably both be asleep by 10:00am. Tomorrow we are going to Gunther’s breeders house to see her new puppies! Can’t Wait

Good Night!

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