Got the blahs. don't know why - well sure I do but you know me, I'm not one to whine on about it and bore folks with troubles here and there. But then that's what it's about this blogging, a place where you can bitch moan and complain and folks listen or don't and it doesn't matter. I should just vent.
I've made an appt. for Sassyface to see a counselor. Her tantrums and rage issues are getting worse lately and I'm at the end of my patience for it all. I've followed the advices but I've had enough. I know she's mad at me, but I don't know why. she says it's because I love Shorty more - but Sassy's not an overly affectionate kid. She's not the sit and cuddle sort. She wants to sit and talk to me all the time. She talks about the wild and important things of an eight year old. After a while I glaze over, then my head aches, then I feel my skin needing to retreat and I just can't take it anymore. Does it make me a bad parent that I'm not interested in Yugioh, Pokemon and Dr. Who journals? This morning she was telling me about how to make one's self invisible by cutting a raven in half, taking out its heart and cutting that in half, bury the heart with a bean and when the bean grows into a bean plant, you can take a bean off the plant and put it into your mouth and while it's in your mouth you'll be invisible. Oh thanks Horrible Histories for that nightmare inducing fable. Breakfast wasn't so nice this morning being tainted with raven heart.
I'm meeting with a dietitian this afternoon to sort my diet out and figure out why this plateau is taking so long. I've not lost weight since October and I'm rather bummed.
I got my Race For Life pack through the post yesterday so I have a snazzy pink t-shirt and a pin and a donation sheet I can take to work and the gym and such to bully folks into giving money to charity. I'll be fine, I'm rather persuasive and charming when I need to be. I'll get a picture up soon.
So there's a tip-of-the-iceberg post so I don't feel guilty about avoiding blogging. I also feel guilty for not doing any kind of SBD post because SBD is something I love to deth and want to do but can't find the energy to essay or book report.
OH, and my period is due!! So there's a kick in the pants for the emotional control. I'm beginning to think: Bring On The Menopause! Men have no clue what it's like to go through life thinking "Is this a real emotion or a hormone emotion; let's evaluate." it's what makes women so dull at times. Well, I Think so anyways.