Ugh. I just wrote a big long post about being sad and depressed and I was so sick of myself by the end of it that I just nuked the whole thing in order to spare you. My sister just left after a wonderful visit and it always makes me very weepy because I love her so much and it is really painful to live far away from her. We're also stressed to hell around here over the move. And I've decided to give up on the idea of Ambien now that we're car owners again. The thought of having to drive on a regular basis is totally freaking me out and should be striking fear in the heart of every driver in the tri-state area. The only reason Geico isn't on to me is that I haven't actually driven more than six or seven times in the last 15 years. They actually gave me a good driver discount. Ha!
Let me take this moment to tell you all that although I am a bundle of stress about our impending relocation I am happy that we are doing this. Our families are making it possible - we could not do this on our own - and we're very grateful for their generosity and support. Although I am going to be complaining (a lot) about this difficult life change I want to make sure that it isn't interpreted as ingratitude. I am just a sensitive lass and these kind of things put me through a major wringer. I am going to try to not take myself too seriously although i tend towards the maudlin even on good days. I know in the big picture everything is fine and is going to be okay. It's just that some days i cannot even see the trees let alone the forest. God, I'm doing it again - someone please just tell me to have some warm milk and go to bed.
Redneck men, when feeling depressed and stressed out, put plastic testicles on the trailer hitches on their pick-up trucks. Why do men do this sort of thing? Scientists don't know, but apparently it helps. (Look at those pictures from the link--do any of those men look stressed out? No. They are happy men. They are mocked by the urbane among us, but they are happy, and isn't that all that matters?) Now that you are behind the wheel again, perhaps we loyal readers of your blog can all pitch in and get you a pair.
Posted by: Ohio Philosopher | March 08, 2006 at 01:57 PM
A pair of nuts for my volvo? That's pretty transgressive.
Posted by: LetterB | March 08, 2006 at 05:10 PM
Seems as though everyone is moving. June Cleaver. Misfit Hausfrau. Shrinking Violet. Finslippy. Are you guys all drinking the same water or what?
Posted by: wordgirl | March 08, 2006 at 08:25 PM
I don't know what's going on, wordgirl. (Except that Finslippy and I are literally drinking the same water - we live around the corner from each other... for the time being anyway). At least I'm in great company for my misery. Those are some funny wimmins.
Posted by: LetterB | March 09, 2006 at 12:08 AM
Warm milk? Damn, honey - go straight to the wine. Or even bourbon. And doughnuts. Good picnic-y food and alcohol always gets me through a move.
(Nuts for the Volvo is trans something - I'm not sure transgressive is the word...)
Posted by: Mignon | March 10, 2006 at 03:39 PM