My sleep schedule is shot.
I've pretty much officially fucked it up and I don't know what I'm going to do to fix it. But it's all good. I'm trying to justify this peerless time by using it to catch up with some music that's been breezing about my iTunes and write a little to blow off the daily frustration. Which just grows every time I talk to my mother.
I wish she didn't do that very special thing of hers where she pushes her family away from her, but whatever. It's sort of my problem, but I feel better knowing I'm 1) not the cause and 2) not the only one she does it to. I'm thinking the best way to deal with this is just to let it run its course and release my frustration in personal journaling rants and quick phone calls with other relatives (ie: my sister, my aunt). My previous plan of "scream at her until she listens" was a failure from the start and it didn't particularly make me feel any better, so I've scrapped it.
Maybe the decorating will help cheer me up, too. I'm thinking it probably will, especially since I've changed the design a little and incorporated more of the flowers that I love.
I wish she didn't do that very special thing of hers where she pushes her family away from her, but whatever. It's sort of my problem, but I feel better knowing I'm 1) not the cause and 2) not the only one she does it to. I'm thinking the best way to deal with this is just to let it run its course and release my frustration in personal journaling rants and quick phone calls with other relatives (ie: my sister, my aunt). My previous plan of "scream at her until she listens" was a failure from the start and it didn't particularly make me feel any better, so I've scrapped it.
Maybe the decorating will help cheer me up, too. I'm thinking it probably will, especially since I've changed the design a little and incorporated more of the flowers that I love.