So, I spent yesterday, bawling my eyes out, getting it together for a minute, and then collapsing into a quivering mess again. I kept asking myself, "What is wrong with me?" I stayed in my pajamas until noon, scoured the house looking for chocolate, tried to write, checked all my favourite blogs obsessively, listened to my favourite music, and still, I was a wreck. "It's alright," I told myself. "It's been a rough two weeks. It's just catching up with you."
And it has been a rough two weeks, between the difficulty of moving out my mom, my ex-husband sucking out my life blood in mournful neediness, and nearing, but not at, the end of our homelessness. But usually, I handle stress a lot better than this. Usually, I can cope. Usually, I know how to deal with my life with a little less drama.
"Man, you would think I was getting my perio..."
"OH."
"What's the date?"
"Oh. Ya. Silly me."
"Pass the chocolate."
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i fear my last comment was in rather poor taste, forgive me.
i will have you and india in prayers and thoughts during your move, as i move. and if you are ever coming south...
hey joel, if it was in poor taste, i'm to tacky to have noticed! i appreciated it.
take care in your move, and if YOU'RE ever north bound (tally ho!) i have a SPARE bedroom (i'm so spoiled)swing on by.
angela sometimes the only way to handle life's crap is to do it differently.you just get sick and tired of being sick and tired!
Iluv you big sis:)
hey lil' sister!
you must really love me if you're reading my blog with that, "watching paint dry," internet connection of yours.
thanks.
hey, do you have any grey hairs yet? sherri just (lovingly) pointed out tonight how many grey hairs i'm getting. i thought i had 5 or 6 but i started looking and it's getting crazy in there. i had to bite my tongue from telling her it was all thanks to her son.
you? maybe it's genetic.
thanks breezy,
i appreciate that prayers and the desire to help. generous.
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