Sit Rep on Faery: Physically doing OK. Mentally: Bwuhahahahahahah!!!!!!
My poor mom. She called yesterday to go over the party status and told me that I didn't have enough food. (Sidenote: On that point she is right, I need one more side dish). Cue Faery to burst out that I didn't even know if we were going to have a party if we were sick. And I was mad at the CDC with their new color-coding system that makes the cases look all green/fine-- there *should* have been an indoor mask mandate for graduation based on cases. And I was mad that Caitlyn is sick and I can't do anything to help her and worried that her immune system is on the fritz and her GP had no idea where/if she could get Paxlovid if it gets worse. And I was *mad* at the school shooting, one of the teachers reminded me of my goddaughter- the brown hair, the smile, the teacher who loves her students. And I am MAD at XYZ excuses of why nothing gets done to make things better.
After I let all of that out, she told me how much she loved me and how sorry she was thinking that broccoli salad was important
It was not a good day.
I am sort of better today. I have a tendency to rail and rail and rail against injustices (just in case you hadn't noticed me and my portable soapbox ) and letting it out helped although I would have rather not done it at my mom's expense. In a weird sort of way, I think she felt better knowing how I felt and helped me by listening. I still need to figure out what I am doing. If you could see my house- ye gads-- it's a mess. I was packing up boxes of party goods to drop off at my parents when Caitlyn tested positive and they are still scattered everywhere. My DR table is covered with plates of glitter and bottles and fake flowers. We were supposed to work on the centerpieces together but looks like I need to do them today on my own.
Scott asked what we were doing for dinner and all I could do was wave my arms at the table and say I don't even know where will *eat* dinner ROTFLMAO!
It's a mess but my family is safe. That -ultimately- is what matters at this moment.
Sorry again for blabbering on. I guess I feel like my mom did with the food.
Love to you all xoxoxo
My poor mom. She called yesterday to go over the party status and told me that I didn't have enough food. (Sidenote: On that point she is right, I need one more side dish). Cue Faery to burst out that I didn't even know if we were going to have a party if we were sick. And I was mad at the CDC with their new color-coding system that makes the cases look all green/fine-- there *should* have been an indoor mask mandate for graduation based on cases. And I was mad that Caitlyn is sick and I can't do anything to help her and worried that her immune system is on the fritz and her GP had no idea where/if she could get Paxlovid if it gets worse. And I was *mad* at the school shooting, one of the teachers reminded me of my goddaughter- the brown hair, the smile, the teacher who loves her students. And I am MAD at XYZ excuses of why nothing gets done to make things better.
After I let all of that out, she told me how much she loved me and how sorry she was thinking that broccoli salad was important
It was not a good day.
I am sort of better today. I have a tendency to rail and rail and rail against injustices (just in case you hadn't noticed me and my portable soapbox ) and letting it out helped although I would have rather not done it at my mom's expense. In a weird sort of way, I think she felt better knowing how I felt and helped me by listening. I still need to figure out what I am doing. If you could see my house- ye gads-- it's a mess. I was packing up boxes of party goods to drop off at my parents when Caitlyn tested positive and they are still scattered everywhere. My DR table is covered with plates of glitter and bottles and fake flowers. We were supposed to work on the centerpieces together but looks like I need to do them today on my own.
Scott asked what we were doing for dinner and all I could do was wave my arms at the table and say I don't even know where will *eat* dinner ROTFLMAO!
It's a mess but my family is safe. That -ultimately- is what matters at this moment.
Sorry again for blabbering on. I guess I feel like my mom did with the food.
Love to you all xoxoxo