Should not be allowed to take care of own household responsibilities these days. The result of trying to, or rather not trying at all, has resulted in sink full of dishes, ever-growing laundry pile in closet and stone cold radiators due to sudden and v. noticeable lack of heating oil. Am not used to being so irresponsible. Am convinced am experiencing only temporary breakdown and will be back to fully functioning fish in no time. Big City GalPal has decided to spring surprise visit and though do not like idea of her suffering the four-state drive to play babysitter to yours truly, am also secretly v. grateful for the help and company.
SAS is back home, though relegated to weeks of outpatient treatment, and am hoping that UMF will also be required to attend a few sessions. Is in huge state of denial over any role she could possibly play in teenage daughter's current emotional state.
Was surprised to get v. cheery, good morning email from J this morning.
Leave them alone...
Don't tell me you're going to reply to it, Bo Peep.
Ah, you're back. You've been quiet for days. I was hoping this was a permanent thing.
You can't permanently get rid of your inner monologue, silly. At least, not without medication. And if you hit that reply button, that's what's in store for you. You know that right?
Not necessarily. You have no faith in my inner strength. One email won't hurt.
I AM your inner strength, sweet cheeks. And we haven't been listening to Alana Davis for nothing, have we? Don't you hit that button!
Too late.
You are going to end up alone with fifty cats.
Me-ow.