As I sit here typing this at the kitchen table, the kids are in the living room watching Jake and the Neverland Pirates and playing something with babies and bad guys. Potatoes are boiling on the stove, the rest of dinner is ready to go in the oven, the table is set, and the dishwasher is ready to run after we eat. I'm exhausted, like most days, and have my class this evening. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy going, but this evening, I'm so ready for pajamas and bed. I have not had the best run lately. I've been suffering from withdrawals from a medication that I stupidly quit taking for a couple of days, only because I was to lazy to drive across town. That has been no picnic, but today was the first day that I woke up, not feeling like my heart was going to pound out of my chest and like something was crawling underneath my skin. Yes, not fun! Moral of the story. Take your meds as prescribed! The consequences of being lazy can be...