Thursday, September 13, 2007

One of Those days has turned into one of Those weeks

Dear sub-conscience-

Since Monday started as one of those days. Nothing too terrible happened. Just lots of little things kept going wrong and I went to bed thinking, "I'm so glad today is over. Tomorrow is a new day."

Then Tuesday turned out to be another one of those days. The stakes were a bit higher. More little things went wrong. I started to stress about not getting things done that needed to be done. But I told myself, Wednesday, Wednesday would be better.

And when Wednesday turned out to be terrible before it even began. Things needed to be done. Things for work and things for the family and things for the kids. All at the same time. It was not an auspicious start.

After much stressing I decided the family came first. I called in sick. And maybe physically I wasn't ill but mentally I was walking a tightrope. Then the 11 year old was sick and needed to stay home. But I had 8 billion things that needed to be done and none of them could be done at home. Well, to be truthful, the ones that could be done at home could be done at night or later or whatever. There were appointments to be attended and groceries to buy and gas for the car or I wouldn't be going anywhere. Oh, and it was the husband's birthday. Might be nice if I had a card and a cake.

So I left my mildly ill child home with the dog and went to an appointment. But I was very late for the appointment because somehow meeting at 10 translated into my brain as leave house at 10. Until 10 arrived and I realized I needed to be somewhere that was a minimum of 30 minutes away. You my brain, you are not working well.

At every turn I was letting people down. Something I have learned about myself... I do not do well with letting people down. Almost every errand run resulted in at least one other thing that needed to be done. Nothing huge. Nothing horrible. But, like a bucket 1/2 full of water. Each little pebble that was added brought the water level up a little closer to the rim. As of yesterday around 4 pm I was 1 pebble away from overflowing. Did you not pay attention to this, oh sub-conscience of mine?

As you may recall, I started to have a panic attack in the car. I held on by my fingertips, barely. I felt like I did when I finally went to the doctor for my depression 3 years ago. Not the despair but the feeling of one more thing would send me straight to a padded room. I kept having visions of heading to the airport and hopping on a plane to anywhere. These alternated with the vision of curling up in bed in the fetal position and pulling the covers over my head. Were you sending me these visions? Was it you?

The only way I can describe the feeling of being one step from the edge is that it feels like any moment I may shatter. DID. YOU. NOT. NOTICE. THIS?

Did you not notice my panic and guilt when I returned home to a child with a high fever and earache? How about when I picked up another child's monthly prescription and it was more than 2x's the normal amount?

So why, why sub-conscience did you force me to have a dream ALL. NIGHT. LONG. of me failing people at every turn? Did you think it would make today better? Did you? Because it made me really tired and really hysterical and not any closer to keeping my shit together.

You are now on notice. I am telling you in case you're not paying attention. Today has not been going so well. Remember that prescription? It seems we've reached the cap. Next month it will cost us $200. TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS each month until the end of the year.

Consider this a warning. I want dreams of unicorns with friggin rainbows coming out their asses. Puppy dogs and kittens. Do you understand???

MoMMY, one step from the edge


Keri said...

Okay. So here we go. Breathe. Breathe deeply. and pull UP that image of Scarlet. Just for now. And then slap that bitch. She didn't have a whole mess of little boys to take care of.

And a job. With a mess of people that what? are they doing their part? Is the hubs?

I know where we are. Just breathe. think. Do you need more help than you are getting? Ask for it. Somewhere. This might be one of those weeks, but has it been going on for more than this week? Think about it. Look at last week. And pay attention next week.

Hugs. BIG hugs.

Cursing Mama said...

Dude - Bimini -

Dream of Bimini - hear the waves crashing on the sand, the sun warming your skin, the feel of the cocktail glass in your hand, the smell of the salty Caribbean air.

(make sure your sound is on so you can hear the waves!)
((Hugs)) - you know where to find me if you need a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen.

Anonymous said...

i came across this and i enjoyed reading it i love the unicorns and there ass