Headache go awaaaaay
Did I write about last night? I don't remember. Maybe not.
Anyways, today has hardly begun and it's already been a long day. Mom mentioned as she was leaving for the prayer room that if she got back early enough, we should go out to lunch. I said okay. Then Dad called and wanted to go get brunch because he was shaky, so I said okay, and texted Mom to say I was going with Dad instead. Had him wait for me to shower, then was sitting outside waiting for him to pick me up when it dawned on me that TODAY IS MOM'S 50th BIRTHDAY!
I felt like a complete ass, but I also didn't want to cancel with Dad because I know he's needing the company now. So I texted Mom and said I'd take her out for dessert as soon as I finished with Dad (and this is all hell for an ana, believe me) and she said that was fine. So Dad picked me up and as we were driving down the street I mentioned that I was taking Mom out for dinner so we couldn't take forever. Well he refused to take me out and dropped me back at home. I felt TERRIBLE about it, though, and he came and picked me up and everything. So I called Mom but she's out running errands and told me to go out with Dad. Well I couldn't call him to come pick me up *again*, and by this point I was stressed out with trying to figure out everything.
So now I'm sitting at home with a headache, not really wanting to go out to eat with anyone. I hate being the child of divorce when things like this happen and you're sort of jumping back and forth between parents. I had thought I'd go to lunch with Dad since I'm going antique shopping with MOm and her friend in the morning, and I thoguht goign out to dessert would suffice. Mom said she really doesn't care and could I call Dad to still go out with him. UGH.
Maybe I'll go out to brunch with him Sunday? That wouldn't be bad. Could nap at his house, go to the beginning of the picnic at Aunt Donna and Uncle Greg's, then go straight to work from there. I hate when you get to the point that life is so overwhelmingly stressful that you have to micromanage your schedule minute by minute. UGH.
Anyways, today has hardly begun and it's already been a long day. Mom mentioned as she was leaving for the prayer room that if she got back early enough, we should go out to lunch. I said okay. Then Dad called and wanted to go get brunch because he was shaky, so I said okay, and texted Mom to say I was going with Dad instead. Had him wait for me to shower, then was sitting outside waiting for him to pick me up when it dawned on me that TODAY IS MOM'S 50th BIRTHDAY!
I felt like a complete ass, but I also didn't want to cancel with Dad because I know he's needing the company now. So I texted Mom and said I'd take her out for dessert as soon as I finished with Dad (and this is all hell for an ana, believe me) and she said that was fine. So Dad picked me up and as we were driving down the street I mentioned that I was taking Mom out for dinner so we couldn't take forever. Well he refused to take me out and dropped me back at home. I felt TERRIBLE about it, though, and he came and picked me up and everything. So I called Mom but she's out running errands and told me to go out with Dad. Well I couldn't call him to come pick me up *again*, and by this point I was stressed out with trying to figure out everything.
So now I'm sitting at home with a headache, not really wanting to go out to eat with anyone. I hate being the child of divorce when things like this happen and you're sort of jumping back and forth between parents. I had thought I'd go to lunch with Dad since I'm going antique shopping with MOm and her friend in the morning, and I thoguht goign out to dessert would suffice. Mom said she really doesn't care and could I call Dad to still go out with him. UGH.
Maybe I'll go out to brunch with him Sunday? That wouldn't be bad. Could nap at his house, go to the beginning of the picnic at Aunt Donna and Uncle Greg's, then go straight to work from there. I hate when you get to the point that life is so overwhelmingly stressful that you have to micromanage your schedule minute by minute. UGH.