Mayday: Headed for Downward Cycle

Here is it: I have been handling this deployment, so far, more or less better than the last one- but the proverbial feces, fanward bound is on the brink of splatter. I have been idle and without focus. There is a period of time which I allotted myself to "get it together", and I fear a slight trickle over. Tatum's toilet training MUST happen THIS week so that I can get her into German Kindergarten-and therein lies the problem. The moment impetus enters the situation, my inertia gives way to my stress, and Tatum's obliging good nature gives way to inertia. It doesn't help that I can't figure out how to alchemize my stress into the kind of energy that my body requires to overcome IT'S inertia, which would probably be awesome, as I can only expect that the chemical byproduct of that kind of conversion would be a reduction in the size of my breasts-whose volume alone (to say nothing of their weight), adds significantly to the physical state of inertness in which I find myself. We cannot overlook the added benefit of momentum-which principal, of course, is best illustrated when examined juxtapose the principal of objects in motion. It can only mean one thing.....I need more slippery shoes. There can be no other way. AND we will treat the concept of collision as it arises-or halts, as it were. Wish me luck.