Life in the LAMMYHOOD

This week... Life in the Lammyhood is pretty cookoo. Life in the Lammyhood is actually more stressful than cookoo. I think cookoo is just a nice way to say that I'm losin' it but I want people to think I'm doing fine. I dunno if I'm just embarrassed to admit I hate the pressure of moving, kids, husband, and ugg...cleaning. I like to think I don't care what people think... but alas. I do. OH, I'm not psychotic or anything like that....It's just... I want them to think I've got it all together and I'm going with the flow. I want them to not see me as weak or stupid. My real friends know who I am. My real friends know I am not a uber-perfectionist. But I can't stand the thought that people who don't know me will judge me and will think I'm weak. It's stupid. But it's real. So, I plod along, and do what I must. I plaster a smile on my face and mention that I'm just fine that everything is at a standstill. I'm just going with the flow. Life in the LammyHood.