What it's like
Friday, July 15, 2011 at 10:22PM Okay, so you ever hear stories of soldiers who return home from war and they crumble into a fetal position when they hear a car backfire? Or someone who was in a bank when it was robbed and is afraid to leave the house ever since, or who at least can't go into banks?
It's kind of like that.
Returning home from BC, I really see how unhappy I've been in my life, not just my marriage. When a person is coping with something, and in the thick of it, they can't see clearly how bad it is because they're kind of used to it and they tell themselves it's not that bad so that they can be happy.
It's traumatising being back. No exaggeration. I'm paralysed. I literally feel like I'm suffocating. I just want to curl up in a fetal position and disappear.
Instead, I have to throw two birthday parties (and I've set a high standard for myself with parties of the past), have a yard sale, pack, clean, make a trip into Edmonton, and remember to eat and shower.
And since I'm packing right now, anyone want to make a slushie and crystal meth run for me? Ha ha... ha. Ahem.
Daily Gratitudes
- The sun came out today.
- Talking to Kendra always makes me feel better.
- My sister texted me today out of the blue to say, "V-town is the Coke Zero of pop." (Meaning "soda".) Well put, Kim! You're a poet and you didn't know it! [Insert PeeWee Herman laugh here.]
- I freaking love my bed. (Anyone want to help me find a great new king coverlet for my bed so I can ditch my marriage bed quilt?)
- The girls and I got pedicures today. (Listening to the pedicurist tell me all about her screwed up family and how her mom left for another man when she was six and now she doesn't see her mother as a mother, was not the highlight of the day.) Daisy didn't know what the sugar scrub was so she called it "crumbs", which cracked us up. So, they kept calling it "crumbs". It was very cute. Josie said she was glad that she can pass for an eight-year-old so she doesn't have to be embarrassed while playing games at the kiddie carnival. She's almost ten and she's quite small. She's such a positive ball of light and joy. Way to look on the bright side, Kid.
Two out of three girls, and The Boy, all have my toes. Poor things.
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Reader Comments (3)
Cute toes!
(hugs) I have a breathing exercise I use all the time when I feel like I'm suffocating. E-mail me if you are interested!
(1) I have never heard the word 'coverlet' before.
(2) I can't tell which girls' toes in the picture aren't yours. I mean, I see YOUR feet, but I mean your inherited toes.
(3) I bet there is a way you can combine the birthday party and the yard sale. Make it a game - see which kid can sell the most stuff. Allow them to pick a 'treasure' they can take home as a prize. It's genius.
I know all about stepping away from a bad situation to get perspective -- it truly is amazing how we learn to cope.