Allow me to summarize the previous post, which you were all kind enough to indulge me in:
I’m feeling needy because someone was MEAN to me and it wasn’t FAIR and I’m MAD and SAD (and I do not like it, Sam I Am) and I am also quite NEUROTIC and I think perhaps I have ISSUES and did I mention I’M NOT DEALING WELL?
There. If you hadn’t read the post, before, now you can skip it. That was much more concise.
So what happened after that? I got down to the business of keepin’ on keepin’ on. Last time I checked, I didn’t really have a choice. So! Onward! Sort of.
I sent up a flare and grabbed everyone who responded and kissed them and hugged them and squeezed them and called them George and remembered that I’m allowed to have feelings. I’m even allowed to have feelings without analyzing them to death, but just, you know, HAVE them.
Who knew??
I’m even–GET THIS–allowed to have YUCKY feelings and SHARE them and WHINE about them and the people who give a damn still will, even if I cry on them. Or call them George.
And that? Helps. Lots. [As did an entertaining psychological evaluation of the party who set me off yesterday, which concluded with the observation that this person probably screamed at their mother when they they were four and the ice cream truck didn’t stop, and hasn’t grown up since. I think the person who came up with that really loves me a lot, to work all the way back to age four just to insult the person who hurt me, don’t you?]
So first there was that. Folks huddled up, and brought silly band-aids, and helped tape me up.
Next there was Operation Pamper Me, which included finally getting my hair treated and cut. I suspect that some of the chemicals leached through my scalp and into my brain, because this afternoon I paid full price for a few shirts. YES I needed shirts and YES they were full price at Marshall’s (which is still like half price anywhere else), but this is highly irregular for me. I was totally channelling an exasperated Stuart Smalley while I bought them. (“I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and doggone it, $7.99 for a t-shirt is perfectly reasonable so GET OVER IT ALREADY.”)
I let the kids stay up a little bit late tonight and tried to yell at them only half of the time. I know that every mother out there will understand when I say that it’s hard to have an ego crisis while a sticky, unblinking child informs you that you most certainly DID just fall off the turnip truck.
And then I started packing. Because I think I’m due for a vacation, don’t you? Oh hell yes. Just a few more days to go.
I’ll be humming “I get by with a little from my friends” the whole trip….
I think I’ll get a haircut… It sounds invigorating.
Where are you going on your trip? Can we know the timezone?
You SOOOO do need a good mini break. Heck, sounds like a full break will do you good. All I got to say is “Mean people suck”. And the best revenge is just getting through it and going on your way.
Smiles.
If that’s _really_ all you spend your trip doing, you truly need more help than we, your assembled friends, are capable of. Heeheeeeee!
Have a nice weekend, Mir!
I say you totally deserve a vacation. Glad you treated yourself to a haircut.
Would you believe in love at first sight?
yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time.
P.S. Anything $10 or under doesn’t qualify in the “spending” or “shopping” categories, unless you exceed qty=8. Then it counts.
(I just checked the newest edition of my “Guide to Female Clothing Spending Spree” handbook.)
Hope that helps! ;)
OK, ignoring your feelings to comment on you referencing my favorite cartoon.. I will hug him and squeeze him indeed. Odds my bodkins! Have a good break.
I love your writings, and I’ve even recommended your site to my mom,… mostly because she is going through a divorce and I hope she can find encouragement through your example and humor.
I decided to post because now seemed a good time to thank you for allowing others, namely me, to realize that we are not alone in the mind-boggling reality we live in, and that dark days DO have bright linings:)
De-lurking, as one does, sometimes, to say: thanks for a site that’s funny in every detail. (Also: anything your kids do that brings credit to you: wholly your doing. Anything else? A genetic inheritance from the other side of the family. That’s my story, and I’m stickin’ with it.
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