Gotta pull myself up
Posted by Alli on July 10, 2007
Well home life is not all it is cracked up to be. The problem is that I know that we are leaving again on Thursday (I wanted to leave on Wednesday but oh well) and I can’t get myself into a mode where I can get a routine.
I came back from vacation kind of depressed. Lots of reasons- I didn’t feel rested, I was irked that my family was ill, and I had those horrifying moments of seeing myself in a bathing suit. I gained two pounds and drank too much (I rarely drink). When yesterday arrived I just didn’t know what to do with myself. I have things to accomplish but I couldn’t wrap my head around any of it, including forgetting what my husband asked me to get at Wal-Mart.
Then yesterday I learned that through the smoke and mirrors of our insurance, I will not be able to take part in a needed physical therapy until at least January. D wants me to contest it, but I have to wait until we get back to town. I just can’t deal with that kind of stress right now.
Since D is still ill and a coughing maniac, I slept in the living room last night and woke up with an awful case of the crankies. I yelled at Fuller and parked him in front of the toddler crack- Little Einsteins. After a bath and some meditation I feel a bit better, but am anxious to leave the house. Except I can’t pull myself together enough to go out- I feel like I will forget something important.
I guess I feel like I am in a spiral of bleah and just want to head back to bed. But there are shoes to be bought and lunch to be made. Maybe I need to find my bootstraps.
Cass said,
Some days are just like that. I hope tomorrow is better for you.
Deb said,
Aww, just when things seem bad, something happens, and you find yourself lifted. In this circumstance, i’d sit down and write out what your blessings are staying home…it may help you see things in a new perspective. (hugs)
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