I’m feeling edgy. What does that mean? I’ve got the balls of my feet on the edge of sanity, trying not to lose my balance and fall into the pit of ick.
Work is in limbo. Friendships are turning around. Relationships are moving. Children are acting out. Food is out of control. Holidays are pressure-filled and depressing.
My expectations are always too high, even if I try not to have any at all.
Everything outside of my world looks better to me than the life I’m living, even though I think I have it pretty good.
I am attending events alone this year where I would have the Belgian at my side in the past. It feels icky.
I was looking forward to spending time at Christmas with the Dentist after our kids leave, but as it approaches, I’m becoming more and more ambivalent. My construction site is underway for those walls I am compelled to build.
And I just got off the phone with Mr. N/A with the hope of doing some successful co-parenting, but… well… you can pretty much guess how that turned out.