It’s been a rough week, my friends. And today was the straw that broke that poor, stupid camel’s back. So…I guess that makes me the camel…
Yeh, it’s been a very stressful, distressing day. I tried to work but my supervisor sent me straight back home. No worries, cuz I wasn’t up to the challenge of a room full of scraming, whining children. Most likely I’d be the one crying in the corner, sucking my thumb!
When I got back home I set about dealing with my situation. By which I mean not dealing with it, because sometimes you can’t fix something. Sometimes you just have to find a way to get through the moment, you know? I ended up watching movies online. Gotta tell ya, I usually fall asleep during a movie, and I rarely can watch more than one at a time. But I got through 2 and half so far, since 12 this afternoon. Not too shabby! Grief makes for good concentration apparently.
As part of my emotional therapy, I very sweetly asked hubby to get me a Big Mac meal from the House of Heart Attacks, McDonalds. Sure, yes, I’m on a health kick. But there are times in a woman’s life when all cares and concerns for one’s weight and well-being get tossed out the window:
So I got my Big Mac and enjoyed it thoroughly! Still feeling a bit like I’ve been through the wringer but the Mac induced endorphins should keep me pleasantly doped up, at least until bedtime.
Wonder if I could persuade hubby to get me a Mikki D’s sundae for a midnight snack….