Whoa. What a week. I'm in one of those "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me. Let's go eat some worms" moods. Actually, it would be more apt to say "I don't like anyone, I hate everybody. Let them go eat worms."
When I get like this, I shift into analytical mode. I try to find the catalysts. I can think of several, but I don't want to think about it, so I won't spend time describing them. Except to say that I'm smart enough to know that I need to retreat, give it some time, and figure it all out in the morning. When I'm rested. Rational. Reasonable.
Also, it should be noted that a catalyst is something that causes a reaction without being affected itself. Wow. I can think of a few people who fall into this category. Emotional Vampire comes to mind.
And since I'm sitting here, contemplating my navel and a desolate social life with no plans at all for the weekend (that don't involve closing December books), I'm gonna figure out some way to comfort myself. I think it will involve a hot bubble bath, watercolors and a glue gun.
First, though, I'm gonna heat up some leftover chinese takeout for The Daddler. Egg drop soup, General Tsou shrimp, and Moo Shu pork. Yum. I'm so glad he's not a picky eater.
He's been incredibly sweet lately. That comforts me. Immensely.
All for now...
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...