I am in a foul mood. Nothing's really wrong, except that work is stressful, but that's why it's called "work" and not "whimsical fun". I lost my debit card (I think) but that can be fixed. I noticed that my thighs are horrifying, and I sort of want to wear bike shorts under my clothes at all times for the rest of my life, but, eh, not much I can do
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How about a day at the spa? A picnic maybe, it's bright and shiny where I am.
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I would love a spa day, but I'd have to take a day off to do it; no weekend sitter :(
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Volunteer at a soup kitchen, animal shelter or some place like that.
Maybe try meditation or yoga?
I know sometimes when I get to the point that I want to cry or hit someone, I take a nice long walk and listen to tunes.
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I really would like to join a gym, but I don't know when I'd find time. I could go after Sarah's in bed, but it would be so late. But maybe I should anyway.
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And you're right--I feel horribly guilty about time I *don't* spend with Sarah. She's so little, and she'll be not little so soon; I feel awful thinking I was off getting a manicure while she reaches some milestone. Even though that likely wouldn't happen, it's still a fear, you know? If I knew there would be other kids, it might be different, but that doesn't seem likely.
I'll look into the lightbox. It probably wouldn't hurt, especially at my desk.
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And judging by them, I think maybe it wouldn't make so much difference; they've planned on more children all along, and now she's pregnant again (well along, actually), but that desperate ambivalence is still there. I think it's called love, really.
But I also think there will always be moments missed, and you can never get it all. I mean, you know that, but it seems worth saying, anyhow. And ( ... )
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