On the ledge

How to spend Tuesday on a ledge:

Oversleep - a lot.

Get nothing accomplished at work - not due to to gross incompetence or laziness, but because every project you're working on is in a state of suck at the moment.

Get yet another email from a former fuck-buddy, despite the fact that you've tried to politely blow him off by saying "I have a boyfriend", but he hasn't quite gotten the message.

Have near-miss in parking lot of gym

Listen to your boyfriend describe what his ex-girlfriend did when she orgasmed

Pick up your daughter from the football game early because she was caught smoking by the school relations police dude - realize this means she's lied to you about the whole "only once" thing

Listen to your daughter talk about how she thinks The Ex and his girlfriend should get engaged because "they work really well together."

Find out your daughter failed Reading - READING - something she TAUGHT HERSELF TO DO DO, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

How to sort of talk yourself off the ledge:

Stop for coffee any-Goddamn-way and enjoy it during the detour to office because they have all of downtown under construction, decide that Austin city planners are all on acid.

Use IM to talk to Jane and mom, pay cable bill, do what can be done and vow to do better tomorrow.

Blow it off, grumble, delete email.

Blow it off, have a really great fucking run once I get in the gym (endorphins rock.)

Blow it off, remember that he's with me now dammit. (DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT)

Talk to kid, find out that whole group was smoking and that she took the blame for the whole group. So yeah, she still lied to me about smoking and yes I'm hurt and yes I let her know and we're working on that, but...in a weird way I'm sort of proud of her for taking the fall for the whole group. Is that wrong??

I..I don't know why, but I can't talk myself off the ledge about this one. It has nothing to do with HIM, it has more to do with it just not being fair. Why does he get to move on before me? My vengeful two year-old says that it's because he needs the help more, and yes I can taste the bitterness in that sentence. Mmmm, red wine and gall, yum. Anyway - final verdict? *stomp* *pout* NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR.

Siiiiigh - she failed reading because she lost her ID and couldn't check out a book on the reading list. So - this was an Home Administration error - one that we talked about getting fixed and was just totally avoidable and correctable and, as I told her, partially my fault. So...bleh.



This whole adulthood thing? It can bite my sack.