((VW))
I sorry things aren't going well. I wish I could e-mail some hugs from my kids.
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((VW))
I sorry things aren't going well. I wish I could e-mail some hugs from my kids.
is it the kids' situation that's setting you off, or the new boss you don't like, or just being able to go in at all?
Just being able to go in at all...
And dammit. My therapist isn't calling me back.
Take some deep breaths. Try to figure out why you're a wreck right now. Once you know, then you can work on making them a non-factor.
Page your therapist if you have to.
I did page her. I'm waiting for her to call back. I'm supposed to be at work in five minutes, though.
she'll call. It's going to be OK. {{vw}}
Could it be that being at home is making it worse, vw? If you get out of the house, and get going to work, maybe you can break this cycle?
What did your dad say to you when he would help talk you on your way to attending class, when you were in hot iPod pursuit? Can we work something like that here? Can you go just do one of the things necessary before going to work (shower if you haven't, or dress, or whatever) and then come back and check in with us?
Ok. My mom's gonna talk me through it, I think. I'm gonna go. I'll talk to you guys when I get there.
Best of luck.