Delete happy again with my journals -- I am really neurotic this week!

Okay, I am totally losing it.  I want to find my daughter's stuffed animal beenie baby of Austin, the purple kangaroo from the Backyardigans.  She really wanted it.  And I went into crazy mode and still haven't found it.  

I also went delete happy with my journals and late last week with all my notes.  Why do I do that?  I am not sure.  Maybe I think that old journals no longer define who I am anymore?  Or the stuff I wrote about is now irrelevant?  Or maybe I'm just neurotic.  although the way this week is going, I could probably check myself into the insane assylum, but I have always felt, that at some point I should just pad my own walls at home.  It sure would save on medical bills.  LOL.  Then I remember an old song from Dr. Dimento (however you spell his name) radio show.... which I don't even know if they play anymore, since it was on i n the 1980s a lot late at night... but the song that goes "They're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away hee, to the funny farm, where life is happy all day long and the nice young men in the clean white coats and they're coming to take me away!"  Yes, That's how I feel this week... completely and utterly neurotic, and hanging on to my sanity by a thread.  So I focus on the minor trivial things, like finding my daughter's purple kangaroo Austin.  I think the realization that I have moved to another state, and that life is so different... and so is the weather in August for that matter... well it's started to seep into my brain.  

At least my daughter is adjusting well to the new place.  She loves it here.  Our house is lovely.  Our yard is lovely.  I in advance found some groups to join -- 2 mom groups!  So we have play dates and outings from the get go.  And I have a couple friends to get together with already as well.  So, why am I crazy when things are going right?  Or is it just because things are different and I realized that they're forever going to be different?  And why can't I say "All Righ!" about it like my daughter does?