So Tired!

I am exhausted.  I'm not sleeping well and the eyestrain from seeing clients via a telehealth platform is painful.  I have more headache and neckaches than I've had in years.  I've been trying to eat regularly, keep water near me all the time (and drink it), and I've been trying to do fun things so I don't feel like every Monday - Thursday is hell.

I've bought several fun movies on Prime and Xfinity.  I've been reading about cruises and watching YouTube videos from the ship we're sailing on...  wait, I didn't mention.  We're going on a cruise!!!!!  It's in two years so we have time to pay for it.

Not only am I not sleeping much, I have nightmares.  Last night I dreamed that randomly the whole world just lost the oxygen and we all were suffocated for a short time, and then we could breathe...  like we were some gigantic toy or experiment because it kept happening!  So I'm stressed in my sleep and stressed when I'm awake...  never ending cycle.  Fun story to tell my therapist, right?

Irritated!

Every little thing bothers me.  I think I am also bothering other people, or I'm somehow also concerned with how others see me. 

I think in this time we are denying ourselves rest and relaxation, struggling to set work and home life balance, and have changed our routine's to the extent of losing out on activities we previously enjoyed. 

For example, I used to have a (nearly) one hour commute to work and I would listen to audiobooks during that time since reading has become more difficult with my diminishing attention span.  That meant I got to listen to over an hour of entertainment and lose myself in a story.  It also meant that I had a built in transition to and from work.  I also shifted my expectations of myself and my behavior, it helped guide my meal and snack times. 

Nothing seems normal right now and that has a cascade effect on our ability to cope.

Observing and Describing

Things I'm noticing:

• I'm eating a little better/more predictability...  therefore, I feel a little better.
• I'm drinking more alcohol; two drinks a night for the last three days.  Not sure I like how I feel.
• I'm not sleeping well.  I wake often and stay awake for much longer.  I had a nightmare/uncomfortable dream last weekend.
• My motivation comes and goes, it's not predictable at all. 

It's funny how observing or noticing is one of the skills I teach to clients but rarely use unless I'm working on actively providing psychoeducation.  I think the core mindfulness techniques of DBT are fabulous... if you use them.  Observing and describing without judgment is hard, I want so much to be different, more, better, weigh less, produce more....  JUDGMENT!  Recognizing the judgment and not judging it is hard too.

Gratitude

• I have a kick ass therapist of my own who is working through this time.  Thank God!
• I have an amazing team of coworkers, a boss who appreciates me for my talents and who I am, not my ability to produce or for getting it right all the time.

Too much connection?

Is there such a thing as too much connection?  I think we need more space or we're going to end up divorced by the end of summer.  We irritate each other.  We annoy.  We say things we don't mean or hear things as judgment.

We need space!

I'm trying to get outside every day and to notice things for which I am grateful every day.  I want to be on social media less, connect with people more, and find humor in life again.

Gratitude:

• I can get my home office back!
• The weather has been so nice and with all this at home time, we're going to plant more veggies in the garden.
• ....

crickets

It's been a long time

I've been doing a lot of reading about coping with COVID-19 and one of the ideas that keeps showing up is journaling or writing about the experience.  What better place than this to keep a record of my experience.

On the 13th of March everyone at my office was told we would be working from home until April 17, in following the local school district.  That weekend, I went into the office to get my planner and a couple of books I had left behind, most of which I didn't think I'd need or didn't consider needing for the coming month.  A few days ago, we heard that we were closed until the end of May...  two more months.  I left my little zebra succulent on my desk at work, I have books there I feel like would be helpful, I want some damn fidget toys! 

As much as I'd like to believe I'm settling into this different experience, I suppose part of me is freaking out and wondering what will happen or when this will end.  I only have 12 clients this week and I've been keeping an average of 16 during this time.  I don't want to go hunt anyone down, I don't want to make calls to fill those slots, I just want a rest.  Working through telehealth feels like 10 times the work and I just want to go outside and be lazy.

Gratitude:

• I CAN work from home.  Rob CAN work from home.  We're still making the money we need to survive.
• I get outside more than I did before.  
• I'm eating breakfast.

Sinking into grief and depression

As per my usual behavior as of late, when life gets rough I just hide and don't share anything.  It's weird because that's so not me in real life, or it wasn't until about four months ago.  Well, to be honest I started this slide when my dad died nine months ago. 

Not too long after Dad's death, my husband was diagnosed with a degenerative eye condition.  He's losing his sight and there's nothing we can do about it, no treatment, no hope of changing the outcome.  During those same scary days during the testing and diagnosis, I gave notice at the job I'd had for nearly 16 years and quit two weeks later.  I was compartmentalizing everything that was happening so one thing was never connected to another.  I started seeing more clients; I thought I was doing well and had my fear and stress under control.  Maybe I did, but it was the grief that was eating away at my soul.  Grief and loss were becoming overwhelming and I was ignoring it.

Rob quit teaching at the beginning of May and we suffered another financial loss.  Matt came home from Japan in the middle of June and what should have been wonderful was stressful and overwhelming, shooting my anxiety and worry to whole new levels.  My dad's memorial service was a few weeks later and it shook me, made me notice how much I was grieving. 

Holy hell, it seemed like the blows would never stop.  They haven't.  Over the summer I began to lose confidence in my abilities, saw my client load reduced by half, started struggling to leave my house in the morning and make it in to the office for supervision and to see clients, and somehow welcomed shame and guilt into my daily life.  The weight never gets any lighter.  Tears fall regularly, my self-esteem is lower than I remember since my early 20's, and I feel responsible for the expectations of others though I've just made those up and have no idea what they might really be.  I have lots of negative stories I tell myself, and I often believe all of them.

In therapy this week we focused on a relationship with a friend.  I intentionally shut her out over the summer and every time I have tried to talk with her since, I make up stories about rejection.  Moving past these stories has proven to be more difficult than you would think.  "She loves you!  She only wants the best for you!" I tell myself, and then the other part reminds me that I've been rejected and it can never go back to the way it was...  total bullshit, but that's the darkness that creeps in through the cracks in my self-esteem.  And now that the cracks are visible, the fear and regret of my husbands condition come followed closely by hopelessness about the future and our combined success.  Will we never be able to buy a house?  Will we always struggle and never be able to live in a rundown place?  Will I be able to support both of us when he cannot work?  Will he find something in this world that will keep him above the depression or is that his eventual destiny, the bringer of his demise?

FISH

We need to eat more fish.  I like fish, I miss eating it, it's good for your health, it's good for certain medical conditions.  I often eat fish sandwiches at fast food restaurants, but that just makes me want good fish.  

Last week when I was coming home late from work and it was just the two of us, I took Lindsay out to dinner.  We went to a place we'd only been to once a few years ago.  Turns out, I loved it.  I didn't remember what my problem with it was the last time, but Lindsay was happy to remind me that it was the cost - it's a bit pricey.  Apparently cost isn't that much of an issue for me anymore.  Anyway, I had a salad with blackened salmon and it was phenomenal.  The next night I was even later coming home and I collapsed in my chair complaining about the long day and that I just realized I was hungry.  Rob started naming off restaurants and asking what kind of food I wanted and I just wanted that same salmon I'd had the night before.  I had the same blackened salmon but this time over rice and orzo with roasted asparagus.  Again it was fabulous.  Sigh.... 

Lindsay doesn't like fish or seafood - except canned tuna, she'll eat that - so making it at home is argument provoking.  There's always some sort of fast-cooking chicken in the fridge so making her a different entree shouldn't be a big deal.  Rob and I talked a little about eating more fish, especially fish high in omega-3 fatty acids....  for us that means tuna and salmon because the other choices aren't all that appetizing.  Except trout, but eating it from a grocery store isn't appetizing.  

What I'm getting at is that my meal plan should have more fish in it, but I doubt I'll be grocery shopping this week because of a snowstorm, a flat tire, and a missing paycheck.  Basically I have zero time and we'll have to eat out of the freezer and pantry this week.  God, I wish we could just eat out every day this week.  It would be so much easier.

• Macaroni and cheese casserole - Blue box, cream of mushroom soup, tuna, green peas
• Slop - rice, ground beef, cream of mushroom soup
• Leftover chili  
• Turkey in gravy over mashed potatoes - Schwans
• Burrito bowls - rice, taco meat, beans, cheese, etc
• Spaghetti with vodka sauce and sausage/ski pasta?
• Quiche - bacon

Something Normal

Meal plans are normal.  I really need some kind of normal right now.  Even the month isn't normal - January is a bookkeepers nightmare.  

We've gone to the grocery store every week but we're not eating much at home, so there's lots of food - too much.  The problem is that I don't have a plan.  I've got a lot of food, no plan.

Hamburger helper.  That's right, I bought hamburger helper.  I'm not sure what I was thinking except that I didn't have a plan.  Basically, we've got hamburger helper and some lemon chicken.  Oh, and maybe the stuff to make spaghetti and Ski Pasta.  Also, I think I might have the stuff for potato soup.

Thankfully, I thought about this abundance of dinner food when we went shopping today and bought mostly breakfast and lunch stuff.  Breakfast is always a tough one for me...  cereal?  Not enough time.  Eggs?  Same and I'm lazy.  Several months ago I made a bunch of breakfast burritos - not bad but I didn't make any this weekend.  

What we do have is yogurt.  Um, yeah.  Lots and lots of yogurt.  I have no idea what else we have.  Toast maybe?

Lunch.  That's where I seemed to shine today.  Salads, sandwiches, snacks, applesauce, juice boxes, bottled tea.  We're set for the week.

Dinner.  Ugh.

It would be great to have a plan.

More suck from the process known as grief

I call my mom a couple times a day.  I don't know how else to be there for her when we live about 20 miles away and I have to work about 30 miles away from her house.  I couldn't call this morning so I sent her a text and asked about her dog who was at the vet getting her teeth cleaned.  

Matt will be here tomorrow afternoon.  He was lucky to get the emergency leave, though they made him pay for the ticket and use his leave, we simply don't care.  While we aren't having a memorial service until this summer, we are having a family dinner where we'll all have the opportunity to share with each other, find comfort, and talk to my mom about the future.   

I wonder when this will get easier?  I know it takes time, I've done it before, talked with others who have, and still I'd just like to know I'll be on the other side.  

One moment changed everything.  FYI, freak accidents happen.  I think that's whats so hard.  HE SLIPPED ON THE FUCKING ICE!  I've slipped 15 times since he fell and I didn't die!  I didn't even fall on my butt!  Ugh.  

Also, I just learned that research says swearing helps us to be more resilient.  I've got a life to put back together people, so if you don't like the swearing, fuck off.

  

Grief and WTAF?

This last six days have been fucking surreal.  Did I say that already?  I'm talking to my mom tonight and realize we're talking about giving away all of my dad's clothes, shoes, and coats.  What the ACTUAL Fuck?  

I was watching Gray's Anatomy today and some guy's dad died.  Perfect viewing material.  Fuck me.  Anyway, he said he couldn't imagine a world where his dad wasn't alive.  Me either!  My life has become small, I'm living in a bubble, and I know I can't stay here forever - I have a job, clients, and a family.   I have bills to pay and responsibilities to attend to.  

I have to figure out how to deal with it, process it, and then begin to put it behind me.  But what did I do yesterday?  I reveled in isolation with my family.  I got angry.  I talked to my mom about giving my dads stuff away and I felt like I was watching a movie.  This can't be real, right?  I have no idea who I'm angry with, I'm just angry sometimes.  It wells up like vomit from the pit of my stomach and fills my whole being with an intense white-hot anger... and then, when I can't figure out who to be angry with, it subsides and I feel empty and alone.

Edit:
In case you couldn't tell, my dad died.  He took his last breath and his heart stopped beating at 5:55pm on 1/11/15. WTAF?

God's Dirty Joke... And the one where I say FUCK a lot

My dad fell on the ice.  We all fall on the ice sometimes, unless you live in a tropical climate and never leave - to which I say, aren't you just special...?

So my dad fell on the ice in his driveway and hit his head.  But he didn't just hit his head, he slammed it against the ground, bouncing his brain back and forth in his skull.  

That will fucking kill you.  

Thirty-six hours later we're sitting in the hospital waiting (is that even the right word?!) for him to die.  The neurosurgeon used the word miracle when referring to his chances of recovery.  They were willing to do radical surgery if we wanted it, but the best outcome we could hope for was that he would need to live in a nursing home and be cared for the rest of his days.  That is NOT the life my dad would want.

It's a quarter to three in the morning; my mother and I are keeping vigil while my daughter and husband doze.  My mother is struggling with the stress of the hours of wakefulness and the crushing grief that threatens to incapacitate her.  I feel like I'm living in some surreal fucking wonderland where I should wake from any minute.  This cannot be happening - how does a slip on the ice change the very foundations of your existence?!

It's not God's fault.  God doesn't cause bad things to happen, he doesn't have his finger on the pulse of every fucking person on the planet.  God will however, offer a hand, tell my dad a dirty joke, and welcome him into the afterlife.  Once there, my dad will meet my father and my son.  They'll hang out awhile, and my dad will tell my father how proud he is of me. 

I don't know if that's the way it will happen, but I need to believe that God will tell my dad a dirty joke.  

This was the view from my dads hospital room just before 2am.  I felt lonely and the scene is both hopeful and empty.

Journaling In The New Year

I would love to be able to journal every day of the year, or write in a beautiful composition notebook (my tastes are simple) every week.  Writing by hand is difficult for me because my hand gets tired, my brain goes way faster than my hand, and my handwriting is just awful.  It's easy to be discouraged about keeping some sort of written record about life.  Facebook and Pinterest are full of awesome hand written, beautifully drawn, expertly colored examples of journals - not one skill of which do I possess.  That's okay, I can write well, I'm funny, and I frankly don't give a crap what anyone else thinks about what I have to journal about.  I can just write here.

The past month or so has been full of accomplishments, heartbreak, anxious moments, progress, holidays, and so much more.  I'm actually overwhelmed with how much our lives have changed in the last four or five weeks.  I completed my masters degree and never have to go back to school again (if I don't want to) - Whoo Hoo!  It really was a huge accomplishment for me.  Not too much later, Rob came home with awesome news too!  He is going to be teaching a class at the local community college.  This is something he's wanted to do for several years now.  What wonderful accomplishments we have had recently, and 2014 as a whole was a pretty fantastic year.  It was full of completed goals, new opportunities, and so much growth!

Speaking of college, Jake wants to go back to school soon, Matt is finishing a class here and there in the Navy, and Lindsay will start at a charter school that offers college classes and about 85% of their students graduate with a high school diploma as well as an Associates Degree when they're done.  How exciting for all of them!  On the down side, because life is never perfect, Jake and Willa separated recently.  They are both in our hearts as they deal with this disappointment.

Matt will make a decision soon about his career in the Navy.  He doesn't know yet what will happen, so we're all just being patient for his decision when the time comes.  Patience!  I know, right?!  I swear, I am being patient!  It's easier than I expected, seriously.

So then there's work.  I'm thinking it's time to give my notice and become a counselor full time.  I have found security in my job over the years, so making this decision was difficult and scary.  Yeah, I am terrified of leaving the security I have had for all these years.  I'm still not sure if I can make enough money as a counselor, but If I don't risk anything, I'll never know.

So 2015 is here!  I'll be writing 2014 on checks and documents for the next three months, but so will you so there is that.  I will receive a transcript soon that states I have earned a Masters degree, leave a job I have both loved and hated for so long, and jump feet first and running into a career that I have been building for the last two and a half years.

I'm not one to make resolutions - I've said that before - so I'm setting my sights on intentions...  Intentions are positive change that I intend to bring about.  I'm not fixing something that's broken, I'm creating a positive - so much difference!  It's like the power of positive thinking; put the positive thoughts and intentions out into the universe while working toward these positive goals for change. 

It certainly isn't bliss - Thanksgiving Edition

We normally spend Thanksgiving with Rob's family, but this year no one was having a big dinner so we're spending it at home with a turkey and all, or most, of the fixings.  

The problem is that everybody seems cranky.  Lindsay was happy we weren't going to a family function because she's currently in this "I hate everyone and they hate me" phase of teenage-hood.  She said she was relieved we were going to stay home, eat food, watch Planes Trains and Automobiles, and be generally lazy - but this morning she asked if she could go to a friends house for dinner.  At first I said no, and Rob basically said he didn't care, so I just told her to do what she wants.  To be honest, I said it in a way that was full of guilt, but I figured we couldn't win this one...  no matter what we said, she'd think we were stupid, evil, heartless, or mean, take your pick.  She didn't end up going so now she's in her room surfing the internet on her phone.  Sigh...

Rob is still in bed with his computer and the tv is on the same channel I left it on.  I'm sitting in my chair, struggling with a headache (beginning migraine?), nausea, back pain, and massive heartburn.  So it definitely isn't blissful in my home today.

Add to that, Matt (whose spending his third Thanksgiving in Japan) wants to be home with his family but is struggling with some decisions regarding his continued service.  He may or may not continue with his service, but that's another story.  Jake isn't coming home for Thanksgiving either, but that's not a matter of distance.  He and his fiance are going to her family function this year but I think they'll call.  Something is going on with those two but I have no idea what and I've actually lost sleep over it.  Welcome to Parenting 201...  you know, when you've managed to raise them to adulthood and send them out into the world.  This kind of parenting is still new to me and I'm struggling with it.

It might be time to open a bottle of wine.  If I get tipsy now, I'll have all day to build on that.  Now excuse me while I google drink recipes for brandy because I just found a bottle.

Chili!

I'm on a bunch of food mailing lists - Kraft, Allrecipes, Betty Crocker, etc. - and in the last week they've all sent emails focusing on chili.   I know, big shock since the weather's getting colder and everybody is thinking about winter comfort foods.  When the kids were growing up, I came up with a fantastic chili recipe that was inexpensive, simple, made A LOT of food, and the family loved.  I recently figured out how to make it in a much smaller batch - tougher than you'd think since I've been cooking for an army (feels that way) for so long.

So basically I want to make a batch of chili - a little for dinner and a little for Rob's lunch and maybe enough leftover for another dinner.  I suppose that means I'll have to go to the grocery store today.

• Chili!  With sour cream, cheese and frito's.  Maybe I'll pick up some corn muffins too.
• Lasagna roll ups.  With vodka sauce, sausage, salad and garlic bread.
• Parmesan Chicken breasts with creamy potatoes and peas
• Frozen pizza for Rob and Lindsay on my class night
• Poor Man's Soup - kind of an open a can and dump it in the crockpot sort of soup
• Ravioli/spaghetti/Italian something - maybe even a goulash.  Or chicken.  I'm super undecided.
• Slop - my lazy fallback.  Turns out that I've started offering a choice between slop and burrito bowls because their base is the same - ground beef and rice - and they're about the same amount of work.

I can go to the grocery store by myself this morning and still have time to come home and finish a couple loads of laundry, clean and vacuum the office and living room, and neaten the dining room before I have to pick Lindsay up from school.  We'll even have time to be lazy before we have to leave for her appointment late this afternoon...  I'm thinking movie/tv show and some hot chocolate on the couch under a blankey.

Oh, and schoolwork.  I've got three huge assignments due in two weeks - none of which I have finished.  I have an individual presentation, a group presentation, and a case presentation....   damn, enough with the freaking presentations!  By the end of that class, I should be super comfortable getting up in front of them and talking.  Hopefully it isn't an issue at the beginning of class either.  

There's crazy life-changing stuff brewing in our family.  Not only is Jake getting married in nine months, but Matt is probably going to reenlist.  I'm over the moon excited about one and fighting the depths of despair with the other.  What we expected our lives to look like just isn't going to be the case.  And...  such is life.  Full of twists and turns, unexpected events, and disappointments.

Dinners! And some lunches...

Oh, my gosh!  I've done such a poor job of coming up with a meal plan and buying for it.  I'm spending a fortune on food these days because I'm just stopping at the grocery store and buying whatever sounds good.  After doing that at least once since Friday, this is what I've come up with based on what I've got.

• Grilled cheese on Potato Dill bread with tomato soup or chili.  We had this today.  Thank heavens for the chili in the freezer!  I'm going to have to make another batch to refill my freezer stock.
• Breakfast for dinner.  Hashbrown casserole (maybe), eggs, sausage, toast.
• Mexican Casserole.  Hoping for some leftovers from this dinner.  
• Halloween Pumpkin Soup from the Holiday Slow Cooker cookbook.  It looks good and I've always wanted to make a good pumpkin/squash soup.  I guess the keyword here is good - I may have to add sausage to boost the flavor.
• Spaghetti and sausage with vodka sauce
• Pizza - Schwans
• Ravioli and sauce

Rob and I went to Target to pick up some lunch stuff.  We bought wraps and a couple of salads.  Rob is pretty good at packing his own lunch every day, but I'm not.  I try, but I'm not as dedicated to planning.  I've got three lunches, and three days I'll need them.  Here's to hoping!

Mexican Tortilla Casserole

This was one of those FB posts that you're supposed to share so you save it to your page.  I always look them up on the internet and post from the source but I couldn't find this one.  So here it is, posting so I can pin again.

Mexican Tortilla Casserole

1 lb ground beef
1/2 cup diced onion
1 package taco seasoning mix
2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
1 can refried beans (warm them first so they're easier to spread)
1 cup cooked rice
1 can Mexi Corn, drained
4-5 large flour tortillas
8 oz salsa

Prepare a casserole dish with cooking spray.

Brown ground beef and onion, drain.  Add taco seasoning and cook according to package directions.  

Place a single layer of tortillas in the bottom of baking dish and spread 1/3 of the beans on them, top with 1/2 of the meat mixture, and sprinkle cheese.

Second layer tortillas, 1/2 the rice, 1/2 the salsa, 1/2 the corn and cheese.

Third layer tortillas, 1/3 beans, 1/3 meat mixture, cheese.

Fourth layer tortillas, remaining beans, meat mixture, corn, rice, salsa and cheese.

Bake covered with foil at 350 degrees for about 40 minutes.  Uncover and bake 10-15 minutes longer.  Let sit five minutes before cutting.  

Serve with sour cream, guacamole, shredded lettuce, and tortilla chips if desired.

Food, comfort food!

We're back to hamburgers, slop, and pasta.  Come to think of it, when did we stop?

• Cheeseburgers, Red Robin french fries (frozen from the grocery store!) and salad - maybe, if I can get them to eat it.
• Slop - rice, ground beef, cream of mushroom soup and maybe some green beans.
• Unstuffed Peppers - I started with a Stuffed recipe and made notes on Pinterest to change it to UNstuffed.  We'll also have salad, which I'll make them eat.
• Mac and cheese casserole, or just mac n cheese whatever sounds good at the time.
• Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn and biscuits.  
• Pizza
• Lasagna rollups or ravioli (from Schwans) with roasted zucchini and salad.

The only meal that will be any real work is the unstuffed peppers.  Comfort food

Growing up, my kids were allowed to choose the meal on their birthday.  If we were going out, they picked the restaurant.  Lindsay always chooses fried chicken and my mashed potatoes, and this year is no different.  Although, this very minute she is trying to figure out what else she likes that would go well with mashed potatoes.  She suggested spaghetti and vodka sauce.  We decided that was gross.

Jake and his fiancee Willa are coming for dinner on Lindsay's birthday.  It's been a month since we saw them at Jake's birthday breakfast.  I'm looking forward to seeing them, but I'm gonna have to clean my house tomorrow during the day because I won't have any time before they come.  Cleaning - I hate cleaning.

Food, school, work, planning, holidays, and dread

What do all those things have in common?  They're all in my head right now.  Oh, and add pain, worry, concern, fear, and a strange sense of impending accomplishment which is new.  

Food is in my head because I cooked, shopped, and then cooked again today.  It's like the day was consumed with food!  Which, by the way, I'm trying to be mindful off considering I've gained back nearly everything I've lost in the past four years.  Oh, so depressing.  I never really made a plan for meals this week, I just bought random stuff and got cooking.  I had Rob prep meatloaf and then baked two of them.  One for dinner tonight, the other sliced and frozen for lunches or fin-fer dinners.  Then I made a small batch of chili for lunches, etc, and I've finally started potatoes so we can have a traditional meatloaf dinner tonight.  

So what I have to work with this week is...  (in my head there's a little drumroll going on.  I'm easily amused, get over it.)

• Macaroni and cheese (Kraft blue box)
• Meatloaf (leftovers from tonight and a whole one sliced and frozen)
• Chili (probably just for lunches, but in a pinch it's there for dinner)
• Pasta (spaghetti and sauce or ravioli and sauce - it'll be a mood thing)
• Fried shrimp/chicken and fries (Lindsay hates seafood of every kind - except clam chowder.  Go figure)
• Leftovers, fin-fer, breakfast...  whatever 

School starts - my last class (YEA) - in just over a week.  I'm NOT looking forward to it.  I'm so freaking over CCU, the cohort I've had to join, the assignments, the assumption that mental health issues cannot be solved without God, that the only way to live is to be Christian...  it's never ending.  This class is specific to combining religion and counseling, so there's that.  

Work is work.  I'm exhausted and it's just harder to give a rats ass when I feel overwhelmed and tired.  Also, I've been spoiled and rarely have I had to work more than part time.  I'm ready to have my Monday off again.  

I'm trying to plan the curriculum for a group, two groups actually, and while I'm a planner this is harder.  Enough said.

The holidays are coming, and we're in the middle of our family birthdays so I'm kind of anxious about money, get togethers, parties I'm willing to attend, parties that don't happen, gifts I have to buy, and everything that comes with that.  Matt isn't coming home for the holidays this year, so there is that.

I've had more pain lately.  Headaches, backaches, neckaches, jaw pain...  the list feels endless.  And then there are the worries...  the glands in my neck are swollen.  I don't know why but it worries me, and so do a couple of strange moles I have.  I'm hoping almost everything is stress related, but I really have to make a doctor's appointment for a physical - and nobody really wants to do that.

So stress.  Fucking stress.  

I would go on but now all I can think about is how stressed out I am and how I didn't get any laundry done today...  Dishes, laundry, packing up all the food I made, making my bed, cleaning up the messes I've made.

Exercise

To me, it's a four letter word.  I don't want to feel that way about it, I just do.  It appears that I will have to treat it the same way I treated quitting when I stopped smoking - unappealing yet necessary.

While I was waiting for Lindsay on Monday, I took a walk around a trail that I see from the gazebo I sit under to read.  The frustrating part was that the trail was shorter than I had anticipated, though it was about a mile long.  I had been trying to kill time and it only took me about 15 minutes.  For the next two weeks, Lindsay and I will have to wait an hour between her appointments around dinnertime so I mapped out a route that takes us past a Jimmy Johns and is two miles long.  If I'm right, this should take us a little more than half an hour with a stop to pick up a sandwich so we'll be back at the cute little gazebo with half an hour to eat our dinner before her second appointment.

While I was mapping and planning all this out in my head and on this really cool mapping site, I decided I needed an app to track my distance and time...  and maybe I needed to track it more often than once a week.  After all, don't they (whoever they are) tell you that you're supposed to exercise at least three times a week?  So I walked at lunch today and used the little app I downloaded from Google Play and I understand they make one for the iPhone too.  Now I know that I walk an average of three miles an hour and that my chosen route near work is almost exactly a mile long.  It will be easy to get out and walk...  until the weather changes.  Once there's snow on the ground, my work route is kaput because there are no sidewalks.  

Anywhooo....  the reason I started thinking about exercising, besides all the regular stuff (weight creeping up again, concern for my daughters health, generally healthier lifestyle, etc) is that Jake intends to get married in the mountains next summer, at the summit of a five mile hike.  Yeah.  The shape I'm in now, I'll never make it.  Rob says we'll just take our time and breaks as we need them, and drink enough water.  I think we should work on getting in shape.  I would rather not be done for before they even get married!  And I'd like to be able to make it down the trail in one piece.  And the reception...  I'd like to have fun there instead of napping.

So yeah.  I'm going to approach exercise - for now - the same way I did quitting smoking.  I'm not happy about it, and there are benefits that I will soon reap.  Hopefully one of the not smoking benefits will come in handy - my lung capacity is getting better and the shortness of breath is decreasing.  Thank heavens allergy season is waning.

More hurt feelings, and some feelings of failure too

Being treated poorly by your teen seems universal, but it can get old really quick.  I'm also curious, why do we accept poor treatment from them?  I really want to know.  Why do I allow her to call me names?  Why does she swear like a sailor even when I ask/tell/insist she not?  I've been permissive with her, that's for sure.  Maybe that's the answer.  

It's times like this that I want to just throw in the towel.  It doesn't take much to hurt my feelings anymore, to leave me feeling like a failure as a mother, wife, and employee.  My skin is quite thin these days, that's for sure.  I hate feeling like I am responsible for her success or failure, for her mood and our relationship.  

I would blame it on hormones (mine), but it's not that time of the month.  I could blame it on the back to school routine, or the fact that she just sprained her ankle pretty badly.  I could blame it on a lot of things, but the fact is that she treats me poorly sometimes.  I'm sure she says the same about me.  Maybe it's time for family counseling, though there isn't anything I want to do less, including being stung by bees, run over by a car, and allergy testing.  Seriously.