In a way, I kind of feel sorry for The Husband.
It’s not his fault that my mother was the absolute BEST caretaker in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD when I was sick. It’s not his fault he can’t read my mind like she did and know just when I wanted a perfect grilled cheese sandwich, or when I just wanted to sit and stare mindlessly at the television.
I can’t feel my left shin. Let me rephrase that, my left shin is numb. It has been that way for four days now. Is this the beginning?
What is around the corner for me, having a bottle of Tums on my nightstand? A medicine cabinet full of aspirin and liniments (because that is what you call it when you get to a certain age)? Metamucil taking up permanent residence on the kitchen counter?
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Yes, today is Monday. It’s another one of those, “Where is my cup of hot joe so I can burn my mouth, days.” And I’m not talking the gardener or the pool guy either. Of course, to have a “Joe” I’d have to have a feasible garden or a pool (other than the blow up kind). Again, sadly I do not. You, on the other hand, might. If so, your Monday may be going better than mine. I’m sending you a virtual clap, that is if you don’t already have the real one from “Joe”. I digress, as this is a family show…
Look, there’s no revelation or light bulb that goes off. When you are pregnant, irrational thoughts such as “I don’t know why World War II couldn’t have been solved with a slice of chocolate cake and a pint of Chubby Hubby” constantly bombard what is left of your sanity. For some with a rotund belly, they dream of donuts or funnel cakes… under a blanket of powdered sugar. And yes, sometimes that blanket of powdered sugar also gets put on those fried delights as well. Given the circumstances I am craving toast; I think it started with this…
Thirty-something and I find myself in counseling. It has been immensely helpful and a positive experience. Who knew that it is okay to talk about your feelings? Feeeeeeeee-lings. Maybe it was that horrible song that led me to view them as the “F” word. Then again, it could be events of the last uhhh, thirty years or so. I’ll stick to my song theory and blame Morris Albert (file under: One Hit Wonder).
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