Freaking Out

I've been under alot of stress recently. I wonder if that's why I refuse to relax. It's making me crazy.

Paul brought us to Clinton, MO to have a day off. I don't get that over a weekend unless someone harasses me.

It's 5:27am. I can't sleep.

Last night, I worried about some vitamins I left on the dresser for Paul to take that he never heard me mention, didn't take and I'm worried that my dumb*** cat will eat them. I mean, he never ever gets on the dresser. Why would I worry about that? Momma cat (aka Fubu) gets on the dresser, but won't eat human food, so I doubt she'd even give those pills a second glance.

Then, I woke up this morning at 3:38am scared that our furnace at the apt would have kicked on and set off the smoke alarm. (Burning dust in the vent = alarms going off. Has happened before since we don't run the furnace, we have lower cost, non-burning heaters to heat our apt) Why would that freak me out? The neighbors would be worried. The cats would be annoyed. But after a few minutes the alarms would stop. I turned the heaters off before we left because I was worried about leaving them run while we were gone. The cats have a place to stay warm. I left our aquariums with a low heat on their heater so they would be fine.

I can't wait for my sister to check my apt today. I mean, we left food for the cats. I know my sister will check the apt today. Why am I freaking out?

- Chelle