Quoting Sadbuthopefulsam: ...a trade-off between getting some alone time for my own sanity and getting enough sleep for my own sanity, and I couldn't do both. So I went insane. It wasn't a very long trip, heh, heh...
hee hee ~ yeah sbhs, that's what i'm doing. it's actually what I started doing when I made the emotional split two and a half years ago. I stayed up til 1:00 am every night playing guitar in the freezing cold garage, then up at 5:30 to get D and myself ready... that cured the anxiety (third life crisis) panick attacks, but it didn't do squat for my R. I was so tired of trying with absolutely no results whatsoever.
Actually, I think that's when I bought my first copy of DB. I don't remember reading a thing, I think I just held it up for the shock value of having the word "Divorce" in my house. Didn't work. Maybe I should have read the book. :P anyway, took a breather when pregnant with S. I got pregnant with him after two official miscarriages (two unofficial ones, too). I'd decided NOT to have another child after all that strife, and at the same time I was working on getting quite the parallel existence at home.
I'd started a band and was beginning to "play out". The news of S hit pretty hard. I saw God as punative and as having a good laugh at my expense. I was stuck. Noone to talk to about it either. After all, what kind of mother didn't want a child? What kind, indeed.
Anyway, I am back into it, this staying up late. Tired as hell and wondering why I feel like crying half the time.
but hey, I'm getting ME time, right? :P
Seriously I know something's gotta give soon, something's gotta break or were gonna have charcoal spilled out all over the yard...
