It’s the last day of November, Sunday, and it’s Turkey Day at our house. If only for us. After last year’s meltdown (mine) and a fed-up husband (Todd) we decided to dine out for Thanksgiving this year and make ourselves somebody else’s problem. So free turkey remained in the fridge until this morning, when I … Continue reading Delivered Quietly
Confessions
Adapting – Part Two
So where does this leave me? Wanna guess? So, you might have noticed I crack jokes when I feel an emotional pull to lighten the mood. I actively avoid confrontation.* I get anxious, my heart rate goes up, fight or flight kicks in and I want to gloss over it if I can. HOWEVER, I … Continue reading Adapting – Part Two
Why Costco Gives Me Anxiety
Anxiety takes on new forms when you become a certain age. It’s no longer about exams and love interests and paying the rent. Now it’s about the parking lot at Costco. It’s worse than Wawa, and that’s saying something. Seriously, today we have to go to Costco and the first thing I thought of – … Continue reading Why Costco Gives Me Anxiety
I know I Don’t Want to Die
I know because I voluntarily went out in the truck with Todd on a dark, soggy night last night with questionable visibility and I wasn’t driving and I was three heartbeats away from a full-on panic attack. I’ve never had a panic attack before but I think that is what it would feel like just … Continue reading I know I Don’t Want to Die
Crawling In My Skin
Been wondering where I’ve been? I’ve been everywhere and nowhere, all at once. Today is a strange day. It’s also National Ugly Christmas Sweater Day and we all wore something to work to commemorate the occasion. I made (technically a sweatshirt) the Christmas Vacation Fried Cat sweater. Google it. I bought a small battery-operated pack … Continue reading Crawling In My Skin
The Sands Are Shifting
There are days I feel like my head is down to the pavement and I’m plowing ahead on autopilot, and then there are the days – ever increasing – where something is working spiritually behind the scenes and more and more I am feeling and becoming something unspoken. Something propelled by unconscious, unseen forces and … Continue reading The Sands Are Shifting
A Good Place
I dreamed the other night that I was in Martha Stewart’s house cleaning up piles of dog poop. It wasn’t even my dog’s poop. It wasn’t even Martha’s dog’s poop. The culprit was one of Martha’s friends’ dogs. The next thing I know I’m thoroughly scrubbing her bathroom because it’s dirty. Apparently Martha’s standards are … Continue reading A Good Place
The Delicate Balance
I never think about how the dynamic of our household is laid out. How it affects the alkalinity and salinity and compatibility of all its elements like a saltwater fish tank. The kids come and go from their dad’s house, which changes the dynamic, but it’s not unmanageable for me. At least not anymore. It … Continue reading The Delicate Balance
Of Blogging, and First Dates
I wasn’t going to write today. I don’t typically write every day. I had a few thoughts rolling around my brain of what I wanted to write about next; they’re an eclectic and somewhat schizophrenic collection of ideas that have little to do with one another. Todd and I worked on one of them together, … Continue reading Of Blogging, and First Dates
It Starts Again
After a long summer that didn’t feel like it went all that fast, we’re back to real-life rush hour. The first day of summer always feels like I want to slit my wrists when Veruca is demanding an activity schedule worthy of an organized, intinerized trip. Yeah, I totally just made that word up. The … Continue reading It Starts Again
The Tara Chronicles 