Buried

The worst way to die would be drowning, for me, or being somehow buried alive in an avalanche or something.  Any situation where I would feel that lack of oxygen and I'd struggle, suffocate, and lose consciousness.  Air is very important to me.  Am I the only one who has thought about this?

Our desk has become Ben's home office and it remains in a constant state of paperwork overload.  It's really a disaster.  There are post it notes and two checkbooks, a sippy cup, used tissues, drawings from the kids, photos to be put in albums, garbage, to do lists of all sizes.... It's a mixture of home life and work life, but it's a big big pile of mess.  Whenever I sit down to use the computer, I feel the oxygen being sucked out of the room.  I panic, check my emails, blogs, and run away as fast as I can.  

It's just such a formidable project and I don't want to tackle it alone.  But when do Ben and I have time to work on it together?  When we are together, THAT is certainly not the first thing we have on our list.  *Sigh*

I have stop this post; it's giving me a headache.  I'm really tempted to just clear the whole thing off into the garbage.  But probably that's not a very good idea.  Bummer.