There are days when I wonder how my life has become so un-blogged. It’s not that I don’t have anything to write about. I haven’t stopped composing posts in my head. It’s more of a the-cape-of-motherhood is choking the shit out of my emotional bank account and I’m so fucking tired. All. The. Time.
It’s all I can do some days to stay current with my Words with Friends, m’kay?
A couple months ago I went to a shrink and she rocked. We set up an appointment for the next Dr. FeelGood session, I added the reminder to my less-than-smart phone and the fucking-fuckity-fuck alarm never went off. I felt like such a complete dorkapotamus that I never called her back. Many a night I would wake up in the middle of the night having an anxiety attack about accidentally blowing her off. That and not having the school directory finished. My anxiety attacks are meaty like that.
Husband 2.o made me promise I’d call her. I know it’s fucked up that I called her for HIM and not for ME, but in the end, I made the damn call, alright??? I was beyond relieved when I got voicemail. Cuz voicemail rocks for procrastinating anxious-eaters. I told her how I fucked up and I was sorry and maybe she never wanted to talk to me again but I had to try and how I needed her more than she needed me. It was as if an Air Supply song was playing in the background and I was begging my junior high boyfriend to take me back.
On Monday she called me back. She was all like, “Why didn’t you just call? You are such a goober!” Finally, a diagnosis. It explained so much. I was all like, “Duh, this is exactly WHY I need you in my life.”
We set up an appointment for next Monday. Who wants a sammich?
p.s. Zemanta is suggesting I use “Republican” as a post tag. It’s like they don’t even know me sometimes…
I started my blog after my ass had stopped shrinking and I thought it would 
awwww.
I am so glad you called & are going back. It is always helpful to talk to a person that is not caught up & involved in our day to day crap. – an impartial person.
I have a post about veterans Friday & part oit says that we all need to ask for help sometimes & we can’t do it on our own.
Love the Shrink! Does she do long distance therapy? Can we get a
goober-duo discount?
And the P.S.??? Priceless!
Heh, reading this post I couldn’t help but smile knowingly. I do the exact same thing. Sometimes I even call after business hours just to be sure to get the voice mail. I can call, as long as I don’t have to talk to anyone. I don’t want that disappointed sigh in my ear, I’ll explode in a ball of anxiety.