I'm sorry, Emily.
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
Brendon Jr is in full meltdown mode because I won't let him play basketball before school. They open the gym 1-1/2 hours before school. He is having ISSUES with all his classes and I let him know the grades will improve before he gets to play. All out screaming. He insists I just love to see him in pain. I'm the meanest mom ever. Parenting sucks.
Oof. That does suck.
He insists I just love to see him in pain. I'm the meanest mom ever.
I envy him. I wouldn't mind going back to the days when not getting to do something recreational was The End Of The World.
Sorry it's sucky-parenting time, but yay you for finding a place to put the lever about his grades.
I tried to get to campus early this morning to meet with a former professor to discuss operational definitions. Unfortunately, the T was delayed, and I ended up getting here as she was going to a meeting. We rescheduled for Wednesday at 9am.
I know I need to just radically accept this. There was nothing I could have done to change it. But, I'm sitting here in frustration and tears anyway. This better not be how my week goes. I can't deal with this. I need to be in the moment, and not worry about the rest of the week, but it's hard. I just want to go home and crawl back in bed. But, I've got classes then work that I have to plug through.
Stupid how one little thing can set me so off.
Oh, vw, I'm sorry your Monday got off to an annoying start. {{{hugs}}}
This better not be how my week goes. I can't deal with this.Maybe this is the thought you need to beat into submission? You have dealt with it, already.
HYPOCRISY DISCLAIMER: I'm speaking more as the Glamor-don't-girl, than anything here, by the way.
I don't think I can do this. Something's gotta give, and I don't know what. So, in the meantime, it's all gonna go. That's my pattern. I'm trying desperately to break it, but it's not working.
Well, you could look at it this way, vw: Your week will probably only get better.
I don't think I can do this. Something's gotta give, and I don't know what. So, in the meantime, it's all gonna go. That's my pattern. I'm trying desperately to break it, but it's not working.
Was the prof difficult about your commute problem, or was she understanding?
She was frustrated with me, because this is the second time we've had to reschedule. And it's not even for her class.
Ok...I'm off to my first class. Wish me no-tears~ma.
I don't think I can do this. Something's gotta give, and I don't know what. So, in the meantime, it's all gonna go. That's my pattern. I'm trying desperately to break it, but it's not working.
Is there a specific coping mechanism for dealing with an emotional linchpin?