Ok, I have cried for the past two days and told Chris something is really wrong with me and just go ahead and have me committed somewhere.........and don't come visit me.......just put me away somewhere really cheap........or better yet, shoot me and put you and I both out of my misery. (to my mother who is panicking, I am fine)
First off, what a huge baby I am. People deal with much worse than broken houses and children leaving home........and humidity.......and broken children at school.........and all the stresses of everyday life, but I seem to not have the bandwith to deal effectively. And, it is almost like I am watching myself have this anxiety from outside of myself knowing I am being silly......seeing myself as an overworried old woman.........but can't do anything about it. I know I am stressed about the plane ride to Scotland next week.......and I have several friends my age going through the same thing.........one of them hit it on the head.........weariness..........and it's almost like you are an engine who is torqued up and can't slow down and relax, even if you try. So Monday I went with my friend to Pier One and we shopped for something that would completely change our lives and make us normal feeling again........she bought a blanket and a coffee table........I bought nothing. We really tried to find something to change my life, but there was nothing. So, we went to eat Pad Thai and laughed at how ridiculous we are..........and then went to our separate dirty houses and took naps. I felt a little better.