You know... After weeks like this, you sure find out who has your back.
As I said, it's been one of the hardest, worst weeks of my life... Lots of emotional upheaval, and confusion, and uncertainty and anxiety.
Now, I am not going to say what my Bad Week was all about, and as the writer of this, that is my perogative, and you just have to accept that.
But I can see changes in myself already.
I am putting up with way less crap than I normally do from people around me. I chewed out a telemarketer on the phone the other day, for heaven's sake. (Note to the Shaw people who employ telemarketers from Toronto - make sure you hire a firm that ACTUALLY has English speaking employees... The guy was reading off his script, but he had no freaking clue what he was saying!!)
I think the next telemarketer I get, I'll just tell them that I'm allergic to whatever they are selling.
"Hi, ma'am? I'm calling from the Globe And Mail newspaper... Maybe you've heard of us?"
Me: "I'M ALLERGIC!!"
Wonder if it would work....
Anyways, I digress....
Yes. Much less crap from people. As in, I am screening my calls from 2 people for sure. Maybe more. Depends on the level of insensitivity that happens. I ain't putting up with no shit, no more!!
So.... I have had a Bad Week. Right? Right. So all week, I've been looking forward to Friday... The end of my work week, and I could justify having a Grey Goose vodka. Mmmm. Grey Goose. It's all Grey... and Goosey. :) Well, I mixed the GG with some ginger ale (mmmm) and I threw in some Minute Maid Orange Guava and Passion Fruit juice (the kind you get in a little frozen can and you mix it with water?). Surprisingly tasty. Very delectable. Surprisingly potent!! Woo!!!
You know how they say "Merlot And Email Don't Mix" - well, neither does a GG Fruity Cocktail and fun email surveys! I sent off a Girlfriends Survey half done because I was a little too happy!!
Down side of my GG Fruity Cocktail - it made my rosacea flare up. (Way to make me feel completely unattractive!) So here I sit, letting my Metrogel soak into my face and do it's thang...
Bummer. I can't even get my drink on!
So here I sit... On a Saturday night all alone in my house (except for 4 sleeping kids, a snoring and farting dog and 2 cats). I think I'll go pop some popcorn and read a book. Hopefully next week is better, but I'm don't think it will be. I don't know when it will get better... I have a feeling that it will get worse before it gets better.
If you, dear reader, feel compelled to do something, I would love it if you could be praying for wisdom and direction and guidance for us as a couple and us as a family.
Thanks.
