Zonked
I mean to be writing more. I am just physically exhausted at the end of the day that all I want is TV and my feet up. I just want to wear my PJs and have SILENCE.
Instead, at 9.23pm I can hear my 5 year old doing something thumpish in his bedroom. Should I investigate? Sure. Would I have to pass the sign in spidery letters on his door which announces:
DO NOT ENTER momanddad.
Its new, written this evening.
My therapist has let me to the insight that I am a control freak. My beloved husband has the tact to describe it as me being "uptight".
This uptight phase has been a coping mechanism since my son was born almost 6 years ago. But hey, six years of being uptight means I am probably pretty uptight by now. Contrast that with my freewheeling former days and its a bit mucked up.
I don't wanna care about sh*t anymore. I want a monastic existance with cable. Oh, is that being a couch potato? Well, I'll take it - self-awarely zoned out for at least a week to recover.
Signing out. Eating dinner at 9pm and on to bed shortly.
Instead, at 9.23pm I can hear my 5 year old doing something thumpish in his bedroom. Should I investigate? Sure. Would I have to pass the sign in spidery letters on his door which announces:
DO NOT ENTER momanddad.
Its new, written this evening.
My therapist has let me to the insight that I am a control freak. My beloved husband has the tact to describe it as me being "uptight".
This uptight phase has been a coping mechanism since my son was born almost 6 years ago. But hey, six years of being uptight means I am probably pretty uptight by now. Contrast that with my freewheeling former days and its a bit mucked up.
I don't wanna care about sh*t anymore. I want a monastic existance with cable. Oh, is that being a couch potato? Well, I'll take it - self-awarely zoned out for at least a week to recover.
Signing out. Eating dinner at 9pm and on to bed shortly.