Not feeling like I'm doing great. In full retreat. Unwilling to deal with stuff.
Cried in meeting this morning. Sang Jordan River. Then felt better. Kind of. I guess. Full retreat meaning all I want to do is nothing. And watch period-drama soap operas on my phone. I will go outside for a moment when I am done typing. This coming week Spouse will be out of town for a few days. Which will be fine. I am unlikely to be a scintillating conversationalist with my children. Nor are we likely to have fabulously innovative home-cooked meals. In that way it will not differ from any other night. i made a giant cookie with no eggs. My hands are both falling asleep. I think I do something strange with them when I watch or read things on my phone. I try not to hold the phone, but I think I still do something that cuts off circulation to my hands. Spouse picked up my prescription today so I don't need to worry that I am running out. I must have been on half-rations for some time. The last bottle I had was filled at the end of January. And should have lasted for a month. And I still have a pill remaining. There may have been another bottle that I was working from. Parenting issue that I am mulling over: what to do when you don't approve of your child's friend. And it is someone in the neighborhood. So much easier if you can just conveniently never manage to coordinate your schedules. But when all they have to do is walk a few steps down the sidewalk... I think the key is not forbidding your children to play with other children that you don't like, but sharing your concerns.
That's right, children, the glass may be half empty, but my hyperbolic cup doth overflow. I still have limited/no access to my Facebook account which is irritating. I would like to be able to use the account. Access my pictures. Read posts. Write posts. Instead, I can post things to it from other places (like notifications from Weebly or uploads of my pictures from my phone - sometimes)... but mostly I just get stuck in a horrible feedback loop forever. I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to come home from work tomorrow and I don't want to go back to work the day after. This has little to do with work and a great deal to do with inertia. Which I am no longer teaching at work. We have moved on to the structure of matter. Subatomic particles, atoms and molecules. I feel like the husband in the old movies who is at a loss when the wife goes out of town and everyone wonders how he will fend for himself. This is what comes of having an able spouse. I forget that I also do things. I only forget when things are down. Grateful Crap: Meg Tilly. Also being able myself. And having able children. Remember this. Equatorial Actions: dispatching Spouse on med refill mission taking a break even if i do feel guilty for doing nothing bathing (the people around me are all thankful for that) planning Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |