I cant believe it's been nearly a week since I last posted. Had I mentioned how tired I've been? Or that my body refuses to sleep more than 2 hours at a time? Or that mind races with stupid "to do" lists all night long but yet during the daylight hours completely forget what those pressing things are? Did I mention I've taken on double the number of children I usually hold hostage during the week? Did I mention that I gained 2o lbs this winter and stilll haven't lost them? How is it I lose all the important stuff but when it comes to weight it just sits on my hips and taunts me with it's permanence? Did I mention how mortified/humiliated/depressed/outraged I am by that confession?
My body betrays me in the most obvious of ways. And weight is only one. I'm also a terrible liar. Just ask Kam. He begins laughing before I even have finished whatever covert action I try to deny. My face breaks out in pimples right before every period and when I'm angry or disappointed I lose the ability to see any point of view but my own. I am a traitor to my self.
What is the point of this rambling? Im not sure except inspite of all this, I have been having a much better week than last. Routine is setting in around our house and that keeps everyone calm and happy. Mostly me.
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