It's only Tuesday, and I need the weekend break asap.
Or adrenalin.
Meh.
'Shells'
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It's only Tuesday, and I need the weekend break asap.
Or adrenalin.
Meh.
He knows I just feel like hiding, so he is being good at just letting me be.
More precious than rubies, a man who not only understands, but practices this.
Oh dear, Windi. Medicinal pie, STAT.
Yes, Fay. It's going to be a thrilling experience reminiscent of former glory to have a President in office who is intellectually curious, literate, and articulate. I'm kinda squeeful myself.
ok, who stole my sleep? I'll trade you anything to get it back.
Suzi is me. I finally gave up on the idea I was going to make it to work tomorrow about an hour ago, so I had to muster up the brain power to write sub plans and email them to school. Unfortunately now I'm having a hard time getting to sleep at all. Blargh. I took some Benedryl and sucked down one more Cepacol, and I'm hopeful that sleep is on its way shortly. Hope you find a good night's rest too, Suzi.
Pix, my darling, I'm hoping you are well and good and asleep and very glad that you didn't wait until the last moment to make the decision on a sub.
::hugs beth and gives Matt an extra squeeze for being a good DH::
Fay, I just saw that the airport's going to be closed until the 15th-- you're scheduled to go out on the 16th, yes? I'm crossing everything for you.
IOmeN, my mother is acting like a two year-old and I woke up with a headache from sleeping with my jaw clenched.
Morning drive by to deliver hugs and ~ma all round.
Kristin, feel better soon.
Sending vibes to Fay for her travel plans hopes.
{{{{Barb}}}}
Ugh, Barb. I hate that. I hope you can unclench.
{{{beth}}}
Oh, yes, beth, I'm sorry you are hurting still from losing Percy. And I'm sorry I didn't say anything when you mentioned crying for him. But it is no surprise. It does hurt. It will hurt. You have lost a member of your family.
One of the hardest things about losing pets is that there is so little general support in society for the grief. There is no public ritual, no chance to take time away from work and the other demands of life to devote to mourning. And there are far too many people out there whose instinct for comfort in this matter go something like this: "Geez, you're still crying over that cat? If you miss him that much, you can always get another one." Maybe not everyone here really understands, but at least no one here would deny you your feelings. So it is safe to grieve here.
I honestly think if anyone reacted like that to me when I'd been grieving over one of my pets, they would have found themselves in the ER, having their teeth extracted from their throat.
Seriously-- that is so incredibly rageful to me, because it's not even about the pet, although of course it IS, but it's about basic human decency and respect for what's important to an individual.
And thanks for the hugs, guys-- I'm kind of at a loss here. I know the game she's playing; she's asking roundabout questions so she can paint me as the bad guy this holiday season, because she has no intention of coming up here, because she "can't" leave my father since he's all alone and doesn't have anyone.
Prime example-- she buys Nate a Hess truck every year. It's her ritual. She bought it last week and asked me what she should do with it. Since, when she comes to visit, she usually takes the bus, I said, "Why don't you just mail it, Mom?"
Now, I knew damned good and well what she was really asking was "Do you want me to come up for Christmas," but I wasn't going to play the game. To me, mailing the truck is simply mailing the damned truck. One less thing to pack into the luggage and schlep on the bus. To her, telling her to mail it is "Well, Barbara doesn't want me to come up for Christmas."
Which makes it all very convenient for her. If I'm the bad guy, then she's free to stay home with my father and it's because it's what I wanted.
What she really wants is for me to say, "Oh yeah, it's fine-- he can come to."
Yeah, gates of Hell will ice over before THAT happens and she knows it.
Anyway you slice it, I'm the bad guy in the scenario and she gets to play Joan of Arc.