it’s evening, the pressures of the day have lifted, and I can relax just a bit.
It’s the pressure that kills me. Even the pressure of getting the dishwasher emptied, the laundry done, the sheets changed, the floors mopped, the toilets scrubbed, the kids nurtured, the party planned, and dinner on the table.
Well, since you put it that way- it does look like a lot.
But people do it ALL THE TIME!
Why can’t I?
Husband spent the greater part of his day calling psychiatric hospitals. Am I really that bad? Do I need that sort of help?
Well, nothing I have tried so far is working-
But- there are real CRAZIES there!
I told him that I would go on Saturday. It’s baby girl’s big hoo-ha Birthday bash tomorrow night, and since she got screwed out of a decent birthday-day, I absolutely cannot mess with her party day.
and I have a haircut tomorrow. can’t miss that.
I must not be totally insane, or maybe I’m truly insane because it is giving me loads of stress to go to this place we are discussing because it is in the ritzier part of town, and my leisure wear is definitely sub-par. We’ll have to stop at the mall on our way there.
Am I really that sick? Can I just grit it out some more?
But until WHAT? What will change? The weather? Eventually, but I still spend a good chunk of my summer days hunkered down in my gloom.
Maybe I’ll go. I’ll see the truly crazy folks and realize that I AM okay and blessed and smart and all that. It’s taken me six years for the last experience to fade enough for me to need a re-do.
(btw: thanks for the lurve, but I hardly believe that you wonderful gentlemen know enough about me to make an accurate assessment. I very much thank you though. )