It still astonishes me how much shit they gave me for relatively minor back surgery. I think I have a reasonable pain tolerance, but you guys also know that I whine and complain. I had surgery on Thursday afternoon, got discharged Friday afternoon, and was off Rx stuff by Monday. They gave me so much Percocet and Vicodin, they came in the biggest prescription bottles I've ever seen.

Timelies all!

Sleepy.

I told mac that we had no money until payday again, so a day later he texts me, asking me for wings to bring to him at a friend's house. WHAT IS THAT?!?!? I mean I told them to let me know if they needed anything, but jesus. I meant come back here for food we already have. Of course I said no and reiterated what "we have no money until payday" means again. ugh.

and I am late with the internet provider bill.

you know what this makes me want to do? go shopping. do you see how all this debt happened? avoidance/upset/depression shopping.

avoidance/upset/depression shopping

Ayep. Though in my case that has been more eating instead of shopping. Not that I don't buy stuff I don't really need or have budget for. See, take, have (only with the actual paying for the thing).

Ugh Suzi, I say whine away, pain is hard, even if we can adapt around it

And ugh Rebecca, family is hard, esp when they just want to do it their way and don't want to adapt to the need right in front of us.

I'm having a hard day just because my people have needs (mostly emotional needs but even so the points raised are valid and the things do need getting done) and I'm doing a crap job of meeting them. We run into certain emotional structures during long weekends, etc, so not unexpected, but sigh. Wish I could wave a magic wand and make all the angst go away.

Oh, did I mention that my mom rear-ended a school bus Friday? No one was hurt thank goodness, and the bus barely scuffed. It happened during a sneeze, but I suspect the bus driver also wasn't paying enough attention to see her and cut into her lane without waiting for a clear space, based on how he didn't want an accident report filed.

Upside is I will never, ever have to take seriously being told to be careful where I'm driving again.

Sneezing is hazardous to your health. Glad no one was hurt.

Burrell, I wish you any kind of magical wand that would help.

And thanks. Once again, b.org is helping to preserve what little sanity I have. I haven't wanted to post about it on FB, my kids are living it with me, and I've been hermitting more than usual from my meatspace friends. I think that is why I didn't pay attention to my pain levels Friday, I was so happy to spend time with friends and checking out all the cool stuff.

Ugh, Rebecca. I hear ya. My issues tend to be more calorie than money but yes. If it makes you feel any better my friend whose kid reminds me of you had her son try to break into the safe where she was keeping stuff (his phone, her credit cards) and he couldn't get in...but broke it enough that neither could she!

So now he can't get at his stuff at all? That's what in parenting we call natural consequences

I hope she has him earning the money to pay for a locksmith or whatever is needed to get into the safe and then fix/replace it.