perfect storm

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I’ve probably used that as a post title before, but honestly? I don’t care enough to go check. Deal with it.

As you might be guessing, I’ve not been in tip-top shape. I’m hormonal, depressed, and overwhelmed. It’s two weeks until my would-have-been-due date. I’ve not been to the gym in a week because of a foot injury. I haven’t made time to talk to Reed. I’ve barely done any studying. I’m in minimal power mode, and I’ve only got enough juice to operate the basic systems at the moment. I’m pretty sure I’ve been shitty to M. I think I’m doing okay with my kids but I might not be seeing too clearly.

If I don’t list the good stuff I’ll feel like a total bitch clicking ‘publish.’

  • there’s been a few occasions for sexy sex. Good sexy sex.
  • my friends Jane & Mark have confessed they like to hug me so often because they get good boob contact from me. Happy to oblige.
  • I have jelly beans. Good ones. I’m going to eat some in the next 5 minutes.

(Don’t you guys agree that this [beyond ridiculous] post is totally e-lust worthy? *headdesk*)

7 thoughts on “perfect storm”

  3. ::rubbing hands together followed up with cracking of knuckles:: I’m gonna just say this– not because I can fix anything but because women who wear the “wife” hat and the “mom” hat and the “career woman” hat struggle. We struggle with this: “I am too much, but I am not enough”. But, *what if* you knew deep down in your “knower” that you were enough. Enough of a friend, enough of a wife, enough of a mom, enough….*woman*–strong, beautiful, wise, courageous, empowered, and worthy. Good enough. Because you are. And then…the bad days when that old brain chemistry won’t get on board with the rest of you…well, there’s a softer place to land because the spiky shards of guilt and self-loathing aren’t there anymore to impale you when you fall. Lovey, you…are…full of wonder and strength…more than enough. Just thought I’d let you know…

    Of course, you can tell me shut my cake-hole, too. ;)

  4. I just looked at your Jane & Mark piece. I love the sentence “I came so hard I thought my feet had fallen off.” And that will happen again.
    Today it sounds like you need a break. Can you call in sick to everything and do something just to make yourself happy?

    • Well, as I wrote this on Friday, today the worst of this particular storm seems to have passed. Saturday was ROUGH. Work calls today, but tomorrow I think I’m going to work from home & just remove whatever stressors I can. Thanks for caring, Theo. xo

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