Well, it’s Monday, Bloody, Monday. I hope U2 won’t mind my changing the title of their song. My guess is they probably wouldn’t be thrilled but since I am a no body, I’m pretty confident they won’t even know it happened.
I come here today to confess that it was a shitty weekend. Friday evening was okay until around 11pm, that’s when it got bad and it just tumbled downhill from there. Friday nights are always bad for me, but lately I have been able to alleviate some of that by spending time with DH.
DT left for her vacation last Friday so I had mentally prepared myself and proactively planned out the evening. Both Dear Son and Dear Daughter had requested sleepovers, which I granted – so I thought they would be occupied playing with their friends which would allow DH and I to watch a movie or two (DISTRACTION!) and I would be able to keep out of my head and stay in charge. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out that way and DS and friend decided to watch baseball in the man-cave with DH which left me alone (well, with the other freaks who live inside of me) while DD and her friend were upstairs playing Barbie’s.
Bad idea! Bad thoughts led to bounteous amounts of vodka Hey –I thought if I got the 5 year old inebriated she would pass out and leave me alone – didn’t work. That kid has a very high alcohol tolerance! And so it began…fighters! Take your corners! Unfortunately there was lots of “hitting below the belt” which is not legal, but the referee was unavailable to call it.
The main problem with the boxing matches that these girls continue to play out, is that just like then, it’s MY body who takes the brunt force of the hits, the cuts, the burns, the bruises, the alcohol and pills, and after about round 5, I wonder how much a body can take before it just sends the message to the brain that the fight is OVER & calls it. And as the ding of the last bell echoes through the boxing ring the sad reality is: No one wins.
Monday, August 10, 2009
After a 2 day respite at the Spa of Self-Destruction~ Grace has returned ~ not so relaxed and nurtured.
...more like, bruised and broken.
I wonder because I know that it's only a matter of time.