Tidings of great pains in the ass
We're home, after driving into the late hours of the night, and to be honest, it feels like I've been in motion for so many days in a row that I've forgotten how to be still.
First I thought I would be nice since I was taking pupper dog with me to have her bathed and shaved - seems my groomer did not hear me and so the process was alot longer and I was upset. Then found out that the fridge in the trailer would not come on so we could not take any food with us. I was also told that the "husband" would not have enought meds to last until we got back and his doc would not release a new batch until tuesday. The "husband" decided to wash down the trailer and completely flooded the bedroom. 1st day down.
We left on Saturday and dropped by the rv place to see what they could do - looks like the fridge will have to be replaced (thank god for warenties). We arrived in Fresno somewhere around 6pm. I swear we were not there for more than 30 seconds when pupper dog shit on the carpet, someone stepped in it and dragged in thru out the house. Spend the night in the trailer with the heater and a fan blowing 90mph to dry the carpet in the bedroom. 2nd day down.
Sunday I started it off with a hugh migrane and went completely off my diet, kept the dog close by my side and fought with the "husband" most of the day. Now the heater won't turn off so the trailer is like a suanna. 3rd day down.
Monday (yeah happy fucking ho ho) the "husband" was sicker than a sheep with the trots and would not come out of the trailer and of course "I" am the bad guy here because the entire trip was for "ME". This was when I found out all the money I thought we had - well we don't!! The "husband" found a friend close by that had some meds so by the time that was done, dinner cooked, tempers calmed down, it was 8:00pm. At this time I had reached my limit and packed up the trailer, hitched it up and said my goodbys. We left at midnight. 4th day down.
Tuesday we found outselvels with a whammy of a storm and lost the power for many, many hours (thank god for the generator). Still eating like a pig, mad at the "husband" and ready to go back to work. 5th day down.
Wednesday it was still raining like a bleeding pig and guess what - my car won't start! Figures, can I please go to work so I can rest!!!
So much coming and going, so much rapid fire this and that; I never did get fully into the spirit of the holiday. Even now, this morning, it hardly seems possible that it already came and went, although I did try very hard for the past several days to make sure my own state of mind didn't seep all over anybody else's Christmas cheer. I blame my funkiness of mindset entirely on the lack of everything inside myself, if only because I can't imagine any other reason to explain away the underlining of discontent and malaise that have colored my every waking moment lately. I've been on the verge of being on the edge for several days now, and can't seem to shake free of the feeling. I don't know if I need a good cry or a good workout, but I do know that I need to get out from under it. Soon.
And right now, that's about all I've got.
I'm sure you're delighted I came back to share my little black rain cloud with you, aren't you?
But hey! Happy Wednesday!
PUNKY MOOD FOR THE DAY:
The aim of psychoanalysis is to relieve people of their neurotic unhappiness so that they can be normally unhappy.
~ Sigmund Freud
First I thought I would be nice since I was taking pupper dog with me to have her bathed and shaved - seems my groomer did not hear me and so the process was alot longer and I was upset. Then found out that the fridge in the trailer would not come on so we could not take any food with us. I was also told that the "husband" would not have enought meds to last until we got back and his doc would not release a new batch until tuesday. The "husband" decided to wash down the trailer and completely flooded the bedroom. 1st day down.
We left on Saturday and dropped by the rv place to see what they could do - looks like the fridge will have to be replaced (thank god for warenties). We arrived in Fresno somewhere around 6pm. I swear we were not there for more than 30 seconds when pupper dog shit on the carpet, someone stepped in it and dragged in thru out the house. Spend the night in the trailer with the heater and a fan blowing 90mph to dry the carpet in the bedroom. 2nd day down.
Sunday I started it off with a hugh migrane and went completely off my diet, kept the dog close by my side and fought with the "husband" most of the day. Now the heater won't turn off so the trailer is like a suanna. 3rd day down.
Monday (yeah happy fucking ho ho) the "husband" was sicker than a sheep with the trots and would not come out of the trailer and of course "I" am the bad guy here because the entire trip was for "ME". This was when I found out all the money I thought we had - well we don't!! The "husband" found a friend close by that had some meds so by the time that was done, dinner cooked, tempers calmed down, it was 8:00pm. At this time I had reached my limit and packed up the trailer, hitched it up and said my goodbys. We left at midnight. 4th day down.
Tuesday we found outselvels with a whammy of a storm and lost the power for many, many hours (thank god for the generator). Still eating like a pig, mad at the "husband" and ready to go back to work. 5th day down.
Wednesday it was still raining like a bleeding pig and guess what - my car won't start! Figures, can I please go to work so I can rest!!!
So much coming and going, so much rapid fire this and that; I never did get fully into the spirit of the holiday. Even now, this morning, it hardly seems possible that it already came and went, although I did try very hard for the past several days to make sure my own state of mind didn't seep all over anybody else's Christmas cheer. I blame my funkiness of mindset entirely on the lack of everything inside myself, if only because I can't imagine any other reason to explain away the underlining of discontent and malaise that have colored my every waking moment lately. I've been on the verge of being on the edge for several days now, and can't seem to shake free of the feeling. I don't know if I need a good cry or a good workout, but I do know that I need to get out from under it. Soon.
And right now, that's about all I've got.
I'm sure you're delighted I came back to share my little black rain cloud with you, aren't you?
But hey! Happy Wednesday!
PUNKY MOOD FOR THE DAY:
The aim of psychoanalysis is to relieve people of their neurotic unhappiness so that they can be normally unhappy.
~ Sigmund Freud
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