'Beneath You'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
You'll be fine, Susan. You have a plan, and you are working on it. Sure, not you're original plan, and adjusting takes time, but you're on the road.
I am tellilng myself this a lot, and I don't have nearly as much of a plan, not am I doing as much to accomplish my goals.
Susan, you need a guilt-free you time. If you'll stress too much about money for a haircut to make you feel good, have Dylan take Annabel out for some Daddy time, grab your most comforting comfort read, and curl up with it. If you can take a bath, or spend your read with soothing lotion on your feet, so much the better.
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Eeeeheeheehee.
Wee swabbie ducky: Aye, aye, Cap'n!
Wee bo's'n ducky: Steady as she goes.
Wee gunnery ducky: Arrrrrrrrr.
Wee pirate ducky: Avast!
Zach as Juliana acts out the above seafaring drama: amused.
The cats whilst eyeing the wee piratical duckies: threatened with shaving if they go near them.
Juliana as she unpacks the rest of the stuff the lovely EpicTangent sent her: gleefully beside herself.
Hee! I love it, sweetie! Thanks! The tiara kicks ass. Black metal and sparklies. Yummy.
Just so tired, so hurty, and so wishing I could see some kind of light beyond this endless tunnel.
My life feels like that a lot these days. (Well, not the hurty, unless you count a rogue tooth.) And you just have to slog through it. It's hard with a toddler, because you're tied to her routine, and her needs, and when you're having one of those days where you, mentally, should be treating yourself to a browse in the bookstore or a coffee stop or lazing around with DVDs all day, you can't. Parenthood is hard. (Not that that's what you were saying, but it makes dealing with crappy days harder.)
If you don't get these interviews, you'll find other jobs to apply for. And the heat will end, eventually. And your aches -- well, you've got the PT for that. And drugs! Take the drugs. They'll help.
Inside the tunnel, you just have to keep on keeping on, you know?
It helps with the bone-deep blahs in the short term.Plei is wise.
And, as therapy or self-medications go, it's still very very cheap.As is JZ.
Just so tired, so hurty, and so wishing I could see some kind of light beyond this endless tunnel.But, really? So are you. You are tired, in pain and frustrated. There are reasons you feel the way you do. Perfectly understandable and reasonable reasons.
That said, I hope you can find some small thing that will both make you perk up a bit and not worry about it financially.
you need a guilt-free you time. If you'll stress too much about money for a haircut to make you feel good, have Dylan take Annabel out for some Daddy time, grab your most comforting comfort read, and curl up with it. If you can take a bath, or spend your read with soothing lotion on your feet, so much the better.Exactly what Plei said better while I was typing.
OK, all that stuff I was angsting about above. Scratch all of it.
Mom just called. Dad is dying. I don't know how much longer they think he has--didn't want to ask. But his mind is starting to go, he can't walk well or feed himself, and they're going to start having hospice nurses in every day. I don't understand how this happened, after the tests showed him cancer-free. It seems like it's the chemo that's killing him.
But yeah. Everything else seems pretty petty now.
Oh, Susan. Lots of hugs. Can you go see your parents? I know you were there not long ago (or I think you were) and I don't want to add any pressure if you can't, but being far away from them now will be hard.
Oh, Susan. I'm so very sorry. Much punctuation to you and your father and your whole family. I'm so glad that you got that last good visit with him a few weeks back and that you got to share him and Annabel with each other, but that must be small, cold comfort now. I'm just so very sorry.
But if you can bear it, be kind and comforting to yourself about the petty little things, too. It'll help with the huge heartache.
All my prayers are with your family.
Mom just called. Dad is dying. I don't know how much longer they think he has--didn't want to ask. But his mind is starting to go, he can't walk well or feed himself, and they're going to start having hospice nurses in every day. I don't understand how this happened, after the tests showed him cancer-free. It seems like it's the chemo that's killing him.
Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. How much longer does he have on the chemo? Are they stopping it?
Oh, Susan. I'm so so sorry.