1 >> Yesterday was an LfT first: I disclosed the location of my whereabouts. If you didn’t see it, hop over to that post, complete with a couple of seizure-inducing GIFs. It’s a good time.

2 >> I have had A Week. You know the type. I sent Chelsea a text yesterday that looked something like this: “So here’s me. Tired, anxiety-ridden, fat, hormonal, stabby, bloated, HUNGRY, zitty, pink-eyed. Did I leave anything out? I’m feeling gorgeous.” Here’s why:

• I’m dieting, because I’m OVER these extra ten pounds that are making all of my clothes tight, but dieting makes me angry. And hungry. DIETING MAKES ME HANGRY.
• I’ve started running again, and I don’t particularly love running, especially when I’m getting back into it and out of shape and sore.
• Ever since we moved, I’ve been waking up at least once per night (sometimes as many as 4 or 5 times) in a panic attack. I sit up and gasp, like I’m having a nightmare, but I don’t remember having a nightmare. Does that make sense? I have no idea why this is happening. Could it be the move? Any ideas/remedies would be greatly appreciated. All that waking up during the night is equaling a non-rested Lauren. You won’t like me when I’m not rested.
• I tweeted on Saturday that I thought I had pink eye; however, now I think it’s allergies in my eyes. Which is bizarre. I haven’t worn contacts or eye makeup (to try to clear it up) in almost 6 days, and the redness remains. WHY?
• To top it all off, it’s that time. Sorry to my two male readers that you had to read that. I felt it was necessary. And if you’re male, you probably don’t want to mess with me right now. I get, how do you say? Oh yeah, BATSH*TCRAZY for about 2 days per month. Pray for Michael.

3 >> Since I’ve been doing quite a bit of Facebook marketing for clients lately, I thought it was high time to get the Facebook page for Lauren from Texas in shape. I made an AWESOME (if you’ve had a couple of glasses of wine) cover photo. I don’t post much there, usually just links to blog posts, but if you’d like to get LfT delivered to your Facebook feed, or if you’d like to help my deflated ego, go ahead and click Like.

4 >> These last few weeks of working from home without going into an office of any kind have made it abundantly clear yet again that I am not cut out to work from home. I turn into a different person, one who doesn’t shower as often as she should and who may come to realize it’s noon and she’s still in the same clothes in which she slept. Why am I talking in third person? Oh yeah, because working from home also makes me cray cray. I don’t like myself when I work from home. Ironically, I get less done around the house, plus I have an extremely difficult time unplugging in the evening. I’m actively looking for ways to get the heck out of the house during the day until school starts in August.

5 >> It’s great to know that, at the end of all this crap, I’m really happy. I love our new house, our new location, and our new way of life. Michael is home a lot more, and he’s even starting to cook (a story for another post). We live in a sleepy neighborhood and have been walking the dogs every night. I have a new friend and we’re going to dinner tonight. Friends and family are making plans to visit this summer. There is so much to do and see and EAT here, I don’t know where to start. Basically, I know I’ve got it good. It’s important to remember that while I’m still adjusting to everything and those anxious/sad feelings start to creep in.

Well, this was more like a 47 on Friday…but, you know, I have All The Feelings and Hormones today. Better luck next week?

Happy weekend!

*5 cats image via here. I couldn’t find the original source. If it’s yours, let me know and I’ll link back. Because how appropriate is a photo of 5 cats in a post full of thoughts and feelings? Extremely.