Mental Health Will Drive You Mad....
Yesterday, I made an attempt at taking a "mental health" day off from
work. I should have just come to work.
See, I was supposed to take the baby to the doc yesterday anyway and I
had an appointment as well which I'll talk about shortly. As I'm
driving home Tuesday, the dreaded "Check Engine" light binged on.
GREEEEAT. So, I figured I would take it to Honda since I was going to
take the day off anyway. Then I get home...HUGE fight with BD. HUGE.
Didn't get any sleep whatsoever. So, I ended up driving around all day
like a zombie. Got the car fixed, got the baby to the doc and then my
appointment. I have to confess...Guilty is not the only one in family
counseling. Oy. Me and BD have been having a rough go of it lately and
decided to give it another shot as we had been once before. We
seriously need help communicating. He says black, I say gray. Vice
Versa. Anyway, we went for our initial session last week. I went for
my individual session last night. It was good though. And bad. You
know, I am the type of person that can sit here all day and tell you
about my life and it won't bother me. But ask me how it FELT. Forget
it. That's what she did last night. "Pookie...how did that make you
FEEL when that happened?" "What? Um..." *TEARS* "Oh Pookie, that must
have been hard?" *TEARS* So, bottom line is that I walked out of there
not at all liking what had just happened. BLAH. I got home to BD and
the baby asleep so I made two HUGE rum and cokes. But, because I had
just chowed down on the biggest cheeseburger known to man, it did
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