Piles of piles of crap

The boy was sick today. Stayed home. Is there an echo in here? Feels like I say that All the Time. It’s old. So fucking old. And then I nearly got in two accidents today, because, well, let’s call a spade a spade. I was driving while awake, but apparently without a clue. I don’t know what happened, but I decided that I don’t want to drive anymore today, and oh, by the way, I could use a stiff drink. My stomach is in knots though, and refuses any drinks, because when I stress, drinking is impossible. In fact, when I’m truly stressed, eating is fairly impossible, so not even potato chips or chocolate cannot save the day.

I did some knitting while sitting with the boy to help him calm down. He freaks out when it gets bad like today. I don’t blame him. I offer what comfort I can. Anyhow, he was in a lot of pain. At least the knitting right now is soothing, rather than hugely frustrating. That may change, however, as I start a sweater class on Saturday this is going to teach me things I do not know, and things that may make me want to go throw myself at the ground as hard as I can.


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