Guilt, Winning and Thank You Notes.

I am the only person I know who feels guilty when I win, guilty when I get a thank you note and... well, guilty for feeling guilty!

Was told once that guilt is there to spur you on to better actions and choices. Don't know how that applies to playing Sorry (old board game) with a couple of friends and feeling bad every time I bumped them back to start. I ended up winning the game, you see. ... IT WAS HORRIBLE!!!

I have had 'thank you notes' in a bag, trying to send them out for months. Recently received a thank you note in the mail from a friend for attending her baby shower. Now she not only has finished creating a whole person, but she got her notes out before I did too! Lol. Getting her note reminded me of my notes. I dutifully dug the bag out from under the mess it had been buried in, carried it around with me, and still haven't gotten anymore sent.

I suppose I am lazy or boring or something, but I do seem to always have things to do and people to care for, help and worry about. That seems like a blessing to me. Now if I could just get my brain/emotions etc... to see it that way!

Morning Ramblings...

So tired of waking up tired. Places to be and things to do, but I just want to rest and FEEL rested.
Mike had a rough night. And so of course the cat comes meowing in early to boot. He has a hard enough time in the morning let alone days we should be getting up for Stake Conf. He's not likely to get up. I'm not likely to go w/o him.

Last dream I had was screaming at people to get out of my house by the end. Children were watching me me in the bathroom and trying to take things from the house. Then adults too. Not this current house, wasn't the same... But took 20 min and actually going to the bathroom before I could pull out of it. I feel drained. That's not right. It took a while to get to sleep, but I slept! Shouldn't I feel recharged? Rested? That's why I want to crawl back in bed.

I'm back in bed and dose-y. Can't quite wake. Keep trying to talk myself into doing something; start laundry so I can have clean underthings, or go downstairs and eat something so I can take vitamins, but I don't want to wake Michael. The pets have done enough of that.