I didn’t blog the last session with my bartender, and the next one comes up in less than 10 minutes.
To put it shortly:
– losing my mind
– distraction techniques not working
– father poisoned every single holiday tradition/sign/etc, whatever you think of, he poisoned it
Bartender suggested I try to figure out new holiday traditions for myself. Let’s just say, it’s not working real well right now.
And now work is possibly upset that, of all the times of the year, I’m seeing my bartender right now. But he’s booked—there’s no other time.
I’ve sacrificed my sanity for four years for the company. For once surely someone can cover a few hours of a shift. Surely.
I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think I needed it.
Argh argh argh
2 thoughts on “Ten Times Shorter”
Yeah, I’m trying to create new holiday traditions, too. This year, that translates to pretty much ignoring it all. This does not make my Spousal Unit happy, but oddly my Offspring is fine with it.
Good luck, and may your sanity return quickly!
Maybe next year we can figure out some holiday traditions ahead of time.
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