Scrappy, I'm glad the BiL showed up again--
{{vw}} for the doggy messes they don't realize can really hurt the bipeds.
And thanks for the hugs, y'all. I got out of the house, even though it was kind of the last thing I wanted to do-- but I went out with a friend who's also a writer and who has both a son and daughter. Since the boys were at middle school orientation today, we made it a girl's afternoon and went to lunch and then to Barnes and Noble and had Dairy Queen dipped cones and I do feel a bit better.
In the back of my mind I've known that these issues with my brother were going to come up at some point-- I'm very antagonistic about him, for a lot of different reasons and she refuses to see where I'm coming from. I just never in a million years expected the issues to be compounded with the reappearance of my father in her life.
Because it can't ever be easy. But you know, she kind of invited this situation, not me, so she can deal with it. I've got my own issues.
Barb, it sounds as if you are dealing with this whole crazy dynamic with as much wisdom and maturity as can be.
Hugs and best wishes for everyone who's having a bad time (I'm soooo far behind - spent the last two days in bed with the sinus infection that would not go away).
vw, I may shoot you an email. I'd love to hear more about your experiences.
How very felonious. Those packing police are sure sticklers.
Snerk.
Toddson, I'm sorry about your sinus infection. Hope you are feeling better soon.
Hugs to vw and Barb and Hil and the other huggables. Allow me to add to the suckiness. This is, after all, Bitches.
I've been feeling shitty all week. Part of it is probably post-vacation blues (although, what the hell, it's not like my vacation was a bucket of fun), and the other part is that one of my co-workers is leaving, and I feel really weird about it. We haven't said a word to each other since I got back; she didn't even ask me how my vacation was. She's leaving because other people kept dumping more and more work on her without asking her, and I can't help feeling like I was part of the problem, that maybe I should have taken stuff off her plate. Or she secretly hated me all this time, which is what I always assume. Also, I'm mad at her for leaving because I like her. And now I'll have to work with someone new who may not be as cool. I don't know how to work with someone who's going to be leaving in a few weeks; I don't know how much she cares about anything anymore. She's going to be gone, after all, what does it matter to her what my questions are? She's leaving because she doesn't like her job anymore, obviously, so why should I ask her to do it and just bug her more? Aargh.
My day is complete. It just started thundering, and I have two freaked out dogs.
smonster, e-mail away!
I just went to pick up ice cream cake for our office staff meeting! Yum.
I was on Prozac through both my pregnancies, and while nursing
that's so funny that we are talking drugs and pregnancy hear today. I was just talking online with a woman whose doctor prescribed Wellbutrin just in case she gets depressed while pregnant.
I mentioned flea and Prozac to her (not by name). Weird random crossing of online conversations.
Xanax saved my pah-toot at the SF2F.
Huh. I remember that *I* had a complete psychotic break at the SF2F Prom (and I'm only slightly kidding about that, but it is the biggest factor in my non-attendance at subsequent F2Fs), but you seemed totally fine. Go team Xanax!
