I've been tempted by weighted blankets (I find the X-ray blanket at the dentists very soothing) but also wonder how like, tossing and turning works with those?
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I think Target also has fairly inexpensive weighted blankets. Or you could just have cats ... they'll provide weight and warmth.
I don't want to say Facebook is creepy (wait, yeah I do), but right now on my feed is an ad for weighted blankets. WTF, Facebook.
Facebook is creepy.
I like your tagline, Teppy.
For the record: What do we do? Panic? Freak? I usually panic, but I am happy to freak!
So, saw the therapist on Wednesday. She's very proud of me for posting, and said she will be double-checking with me regularly to be sure I keep it up (man I love an internet savvy therapist. You are NOT ax murderers!) ION, I had to promise to leave the house at least twice a week. I don't mind, mostly, except the promise made it a little nauseating to think about.
I've been all cray-cray this last couple of weeks. I was navigating yesterday and had Greg turn left at one stop light. He asked me, "Are you sure?" And I yelled, "Yes, I'm fucking sure!" and so he jumped over into the turn lane and turned and I realized that I was wrong, so I said, "I was fucking wrong! But I was fucking sure when I said it!" and, poor Greg, said, "Are you being funny right now or are you still pissed?"
My therapist HOWLED when I told her that. After getting over being shocked that I yelled at Greg. I was a little shocked myself. But I was actually trying to be funny after the turn.
I like your tagline, Teppy.
For the record: What do we do? Panic? Freak? I usually panic, but I am happy to freak!
It's from The Good Place.
I stayed in bed until about 2 this afternoon. Considering showering now. Had a bad headache, and my chest is heavy with an annoying but not difficult cough. Honestly, I just think it is exhaustion. Just a lot of stuff going on. The dog, my cousin who lost her son to stroke this past summer just had a major stroke and we are just awaiting her passing, my eldest son, work stuff, house construction. Just too much too much. DH wanted me to stay in bed, but the last time I did that was after surgery. I just don't get sick so I don't do it well.
So taking it slow. Just cleared emails but didn't work on anything (much). I have a nail appt later so I'll manage to get cleaned up and out the door. Son is driving his wife there since we coordinate our nail appts, and she will drive me home since I don't really like to drive at night.
So, blah. DH also is getting the Christmas tree but promised that I can just sit and supervise him and the kids since they are all over 6' tall and I have to use a ladder or stool.
I'm hiding under my weighted blanket from my inlaws and ltc because ltc was horrible today, and I'm exhausted. I lost count of how many times she told me she didn't like me and wanted me to go away today.
That is just so hard, sj. I'm sorry.
I lost count of how many times she told me she didn't like me and wanted me to go away today.
Ooh, they can be mean at that age.
I remember taking some small consolation with Emmett thinking, "When he's ten he's really going to like me a lot."
Which turned out to be true.
But it didn't stop from stinging at the time.
Blah again. My sister just let me know that my cousin is gone. She was there with cousin's 4 siblings. Big warm close family so lots of support. Grateful Mona could be with her. Now to decide if I am flying up there.