The girls and I were all loaded into the van. My littlest was about five. We were pulling away from the house to go, I forget where. Littlest, in all seriousness, said: Mom, if someone stuffed me in a box, and shipped me to China, I would miss you. I said, as solemnly as I … Continue reading WWMPD: What Would Mary Poppins Do?
Bring it, Universe, you catty, wonderful, shrewish Virago. This time, she's thrown me a good one - in the form of cranky plumbing. You will not take me down. This is the sort of thing I've been dreading as I hang on for dear life, dangling by my fingertips on the edge of the abyss. … Continue reading Sky is Fine. Don Your Protective Headgear Anyway.
I did something unimaginable this weekend. I texted my ex a picture of the contents of my refrigerator, and wrote an amicable message. It contained the acronym "LOL". It seems that the Food Bank received a truckload of yoghurt this week. I'm not complaining but that is a heck of a lot of yoghurt. Oh … Continue reading On Second Thought: a rest is as good as a change… Unless Ex says otherwise
Well this is uneventful. And that's a good thing. Two weeks on Dexedrine and nothing weird. This is a post about ADHD and Dexedrine. I promise. But first, of course, I have something else to say, because it's also about depression. And somehow, I hear, they fit together. So here's the beginning: So I've been … Continue reading Dexedrine Delight
Emotional infant. From all the Frazier episodes I laughed through, that is my favourite phrase. Frazier - grand master of all emotional infants - used this once as a his own brand of expletive, and I've kept it in my back pocket ever since. I pull it out and silently tack it onto others, sit … Continue reading Anger Management Tip #1: It’s Bad To Get Shanked at Walgreens
The public library is out to get me. Really. I have, to add to a growing collection (no pun intended) of similar documents, a letter from a "recovery" agency - this time working on behalf of our public library - to get me to pay $65.27 in late fines. I have reached a new moral … Continue reading “Recoveries”… of a different sort
Today's oxymoron is.... Collaborative Divorce. Sounds like a made-up term, doesn't it? Sounds like a joke. Not a bad joke. A really, really funny one. To me. Now. Almost two years ago, it sounded wonderful. Why hadn't I heard of this? Think of it. Two people get married, have kids, build a life (sort of... … Continue reading Collaborate, dammit!