Dumping rant warning alert. Just need to scream in words.
Just finished cleaning up from a kitchen fire. Big flames. Fire extinguisher. All okay, but a total mess. In the past month or so, we have had two (yes 2) kitchen fires, major leaks from ice dams that continue, daughter struggling with leg cramps that make her scream in the middle of the night, crazy relatives who call in the middle of the night because a) they don't know what time it is and b) they think the police are coming to get them. Our dishwasher broke last spring along with our hot water heater, neither of which we can afford to replace (argh, my one comfort in life is a long hot shower). In the past year, we have had three massive car accidents, two child injuries that required x-rays and lengthy PT and crutches, a mother-in-law with a hip replacement after a fall, another mother-in-law with 9-hour open heart surgery, a father-in-law who is getting dotty, an uncle who probably has hydrocephalus but doesn't want anybody to know, and...oh it is so boring and long I can't even go on. There's more.
On top of that, I have melted down with PTSD and chronic pain and recovered memories.
I know, I do know and understand that a lot of people are way worse off in so many ways. But for right now, I just want to whinge and feel self-pity.
Bring it on, universe. The stress cup overflowed about three years ago, and the torrents don't seem to be abating. There is only so much that mindfulness can do. Really. AAAAGH.
Thank you for listening.
Just finished cleaning up from a kitchen fire. Big flames. Fire extinguisher. All okay, but a total mess. In the past month or so, we have had two (yes 2) kitchen fires, major leaks from ice dams that continue, daughter struggling with leg cramps that make her scream in the middle of the night, crazy relatives who call in the middle of the night because a) they don't know what time it is and b) they think the police are coming to get them. Our dishwasher broke last spring along with our hot water heater, neither of which we can afford to replace (argh, my one comfort in life is a long hot shower). In the past year, we have had three massive car accidents, two child injuries that required x-rays and lengthy PT and crutches, a mother-in-law with a hip replacement after a fall, another mother-in-law with 9-hour open heart surgery, a father-in-law who is getting dotty, an uncle who probably has hydrocephalus but doesn't want anybody to know, and...oh it is so boring and long I can't even go on. There's more.
On top of that, I have melted down with PTSD and chronic pain and recovered memories.
I know, I do know and understand that a lot of people are way worse off in so many ways. But for right now, I just want to whinge and feel self-pity.
Bring it on, universe. The stress cup overflowed about three years ago, and the torrents don't seem to be abating. There is only so much that mindfulness can do. Really. AAAAGH.
Thank you for listening.