Look out, she's gonna blow!

I don't want to alarm anyone, but I think there's been a disruption in the space-time continuum. My body is firmly rooted in the month of May, but my mind has set up camp somewhere in the middle of July. Comprende?

Here's the thing. I've got all sorts of craziness going on this summer and it's all happening in a fairly small block of time. And since I tend to stress out about things in advance, I'm already giving myself ulcers about the upcoming plans, which include, but are not limited to, the following:

• buying a home
• moving into said home
• wishing and hoping and praying that aforementioned home will be built on schedule so we won't be at the mercy of our somewhat inflexible landlord
• having the in-laws visit for about a month
• making a last ditch effort to teach my son everything he needs to know about the world before sending him off to kindergarten in the fall
• four days of girl's camp
• two trips to Valdez
• and a woodpecker in a birch tree

I'm aware that a list like that would probably give any normal person a bit of stress (except the part about the woodpecker, who is relatively harmless), but I'm a basket case to begin with. I feel like I'm walking around in a fog of uselessness and anxiety. Heck, some days I even fast-forward to Halloween, because if I can get excited for the end-of-the-year holidays, I don't have to think of all the stuff that needs to happen before I get there. It's impressive, really, this shield of denial I've built for myself. It just doesn't work out so well in the real world.

My new goal is to take one day at a time. If some things need to slide, so be it. If not everything gets done exactly the way I want and in the exact order I want, well, it'll all work out in the end. And if I do get stressed out and end up dropping a few pounds because I'm running around like a chipmunk on speed, I'm gonna go ahead and consider that icing on the cake.

So life, I'm ready.

Engage.

(Yeah, I'm excited about the new Star Trek movie. If you didn't catch the allusions, no biggie. We just can't be pals anymore.)