Turtle

So, i have this thing - where when life gets to be just too much (laundry piling up, my babies in to everything, the dog potty training - or lack thereof, my 2 year old potty training etc. etc. etc.!) - anyway - i have this thing where is just "shell up" and shut down. I don't answer my phone - i don't return calls - i don't go out - except for my daily run to Sonic for a route 44 diet coke w/ lime. . . that's just a given. Those closest to me can see this coming before i do. In fact, my sis and my bff will totally call it before it really hits. There is no reason to be offended - its just part of my package.:) Everyone has a package i've decided. Maybe not a morning person, maybe an over-saturated person, maybe a shopaholic, a gotta have salt person, gotta have chocolate person, a gotta have a DC w/ lime person - okay, so this is basically all in my package - but - whatever! Don't judge Mama - love mama. :) Anyway - the other day, my bff gave my package a name: Turtle. And that is it - she hit the nail on the head - I "shell up, and shut down." And those closest to me know, that i will resurface, and life will continue with RT and loud laughter. . . until i shell up again.