Dear Danica,
While laying in bed, sick as a dog with symptoms similar to that of kids recent Walking Pneumonia, DO NOT take cold pill with hours old coffee from mug on your nightstand. You may begin to sneeze, subsequently spilling coffee all over your brand new WHITE comforter cover from Ikea.
Thanks,
Danica
“Mom, I figured out the real reason why you are here: to wipe my butt and buy me toys. I love you.”
–my son Badger
We returned from Mexico last weekend, and the unpacking/adjusting to home process has taken longer than I expected. Plus we had house guests. And my kids discovered Webkinz, and they have been using my computer for that evil purpose for several days. Also did I mention the walking pneumonia the kids have? No? Walking Pneumonia. Yikes.
Our vacation was really wonderful and relaxing. All of my anxiety disappeared once we arrived at our destination in Baja. We all really enjoyed ourselves. Maybe we will have to do it again next year, without catching the Walking Pneumonia.
Leo and Badger about to be swollowed by a wave
Sunny and Friend looking out over the ocean from the back yard of our beach house
Baja sunset begins
This one LOVES me
This one HATES me
For the last month or so I have been laying in bed every night, fighting to overcome all my imagined stress, and figure out a way to fall blissfully into the nothingness of sleep. I’ve come up with quite an awesome coping strategy, I lay there and write posts for this blog in my head. They are all funny and insightful and irreverent…all the things that have made me the famous blogger that I am. And every night as I finally drift off I promise myself to remember that post, and for THE LOVE of Peter, Paul and Mary, I will post it in the morning! (this is the part that is making you feel good. I am writing to you guys. A ton. Sweet Jesus, a ton.)
I think by now you get the part where, by the time the harsh light of the sun and the sound of the alarm comes my way I have completely forgotten the post I wrote in my head the night before. It’s gone, and I am back on planet Earth, where I have imagined that NOTHING IS GOING RIGHT FOR ME. And where I know how to be dramatic, for shits sake. I realize that the obvious solution to my forgetfulness is to have my laptop actually IN FRONT of me when I am writing. But that would just be too easy, wouldn’t it? And I’m hell bent on making life as hard as possible for myself. It’s my mission statement: Be miserable or die trying. And of course, never forget to be dramatic.
The kids are finishing school this week, and we are headed off on a sweet vacation south of the border. And this little vacation is causing me more stress and anxiety than I have had in ever so long. Vacation! I should be excited and relaxed and motherfucking stress free, at the prospect of vacation. I swear to Bob, I wish I had a new brain.
I kinda feel better now though, after writing this and actually typing it out and all. It feels good to get it out there, my craziness. I read somewhere that depressed people shouldn’t isolate themselves, because it only makes things worse. Sadly isolation is one of the things I know how to do very well. So thanks for being there for me readers, all 10 of you, even if it’s just passively ‘being there’. Thanks for being my support system when I actually take the time to put my fingers to the keyboard. Now, don’t y’all feel better?
