Okay, I love the fact that I married a man who does laundry without having to be asked, but I just found ANOTHER one of my socks in Dylan's dresser. My feet are an adult women's 10, his are a toddler 9. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO MIX THOSE UP??

Everyone has plenty to eat, and no one feels judged.

this is very true. I've had the pleasure of attending at least one of these feasts (maybe more, memory she is fickle) and no one had the option of leaving hungry or unhappy.

There seems to be a pretty sharp generational divide. I've been to oodles of social dining events and no one ever gives me grief for not eating meat, but my mom's friends act like a require immediate hospitalization. My poor mom...she has similar food intolerances to me but on a lesser scale (i've never been able to each chicken or beef without getting sick) and she is uber social...there's this annual water skiing trip she goes on with a bunch of ladies and everyone there knows she doesn't eat red meat, but the rest of the group still insists on serving beef at every meal and then gets angry with her for 1) not eating their culinary prowess and 2) not being willing to clean up pots/pans filled with drippings. *shudder* Like me, she's totally willing to clean up all the non-bloody stuff, but just smelling congealed drippings up close makes me gag.

And i'll admit it, i don't get bacon. I remember bacon and passing it up even tho pork was one of the few meats i could eat. It was all salty and had a unpleasant mouth feel. But clearly lots of people really enjoy it. *shrug* more for the rest of you, i don't even want bacos.

Gnargh. Apologies for reading and not posting for everyone who needs all the ~ma. My thoughts have very much been with you.

I just heard from a friend who's checked herself (possibly, details are scarce, but it seems like she'd check herself in) in to a psychiatric ward. She's in her home country, where none of her friends are, and her father has Alzheimer's, and there's nothing I can do.

I just... blergh. Have been texting her, she'll be in for three days.

I think her main problem (watch my total lack of psychiatric medicine knowledge) right now is lack of sleep. And her doctors wil be medicating her tonight so she sleeps, apparently. Which is such a good thing, and I wish I could have medicated her about a month ago, because this ahs been SO coming, but a country or two away. Blergh.

We've worked out our finances so I can hopefully fly out and see her before Christmas (assuming DH doesn't go home (double brackets for BLERGH) for Christmas), bit crap I wish I was more useful. Blergh, blerh BLERGH.

Edited because cider is my own personal medication.

I'm sorry for your friend, Jars. But I'm glad she's getting help and that she has your support. I hope she's on the road to recovery soon.

I have made an apple pie, but no time to bake it. I hope putting it in the fridge while I go to the laundromat will not be a bad thing.

I hope she's on the road to recovery soon.

Thanks. I really think she is. She knew enough to head in herself, and the Swedish docs know plenty about depression, and the best ways to treat it, so.

Thanks.

Jars, I'm sorry to hear about your friend, and glad she checked herself in. I know what it feels like to be far away and feeling helpless in that situation, and it sucks. You are a good friend.

Anyone feel like giving me a wee pep talk? I've let so much slide, adjusting to this new job, and I'm feeling very overwhelmed, which leads to self-judgment, and then depression, and oh look I spent the day on the sofa and then napping, and haven't done fuckall. I need to get up, take a shower, gt dressed, feed the animals and myself, and then do some of the 50 million other urgent things on my list.

Jars, I'm glad your friend is getting the help she needs, and I'm glad for her sake that she has a friend like you.

Anyone feel like giving me a wee pep talk? I've let so much slide, adjusting to this new job, and I'm feeling very overwhelmed, which leads to self-judgment, and then depression, and oh look I spent the day on the sofa and then napping, and haven't done fuckall. I need to get up, take a shower, gt dressed, feed the animals and myself, and then do some of the 50 million other urgent things on my list.

Darling smonster, one of the things you have let slide in this extremely stressful (even though it is a good stress of new job) time is getting all the rest you need. You are not slacking to take care of your health by resting. You need that rest. Proper rest is one of the most important ways that our bodies heal from stress. Please do not undo the good you have done for yourself in getting that rest, by allowing guilt to creep in. Yes, it is true that you have many things on your to-do list, and you may believe that their priorities are higher than rest. Your body knew you needed the rest, and so it acted for your good. Now that you have had some rest, you can re-evaluate whether you need more, or whether you now have the energy to begin ticking off items on your to-do list.

Windsparrow, you are so very remarkably kind. Really, sleep is the one thing I haven't neglected. Whether or not I needed today's nap is debatable, but I know I don't need more right now because I've been trying to get back that sweet oblivion for over an hour.

Okay. I am getting up, letting the dog out, and hopping in the shower. Will report back.

and haven't done fuckall

Yeah, so you know how it's the weekend? That means no such thing as fuckall! That means have a good rest, and don't stress, because the work week has enough stress to go around. But on the weekends, you aren't getting paid for it, so, try not to.