Seconded. I’ve been there… all too recently. Don’t surrender. It hurts, but we move through it, and it gets better.
Thanks, guys. Saw my therapist today and she demanded that I do, so I’m going this afternoon after my dog’s vet appointment.
Good luck to you, and I hope Doggie’s problems are cheap and easy to fix. 
I’ll be thinking of you as well.
Good. There’s no safer place to be when you feel this way. Good luck.
Best wishes for you to get better, Dorothy.
As for me… sigh. I need to get over this man. I dumped him, for not meeting my needs and not caring that he wasn’t meeting my needs. I know he’s not good for me and will bring nothing but heartache. And yet, I want him so bad. Especially when I’m ovulating, as stupid as that sounds. (He’s sexy.) I want him, want him, want him. Goddammit.
I lost my phone and also his number, fortunately, so I can’t call him. But if someone could lock up my email and take the key until I’m sane again, that would be awesome, thanks.
Everyone in my family except me is a beach person. I am emphatically NOT a beach person. I am, however, ONE person, and they are three people, so where are we going for vacation? Cozumel. I swear I am seriously considering drinking the water as soon as we get there – amoebic dysentery is a small price to pay for being able to stay in the air conditioning and away from all that fucking sand.
(It doesn’t help that from day one I didn’t think we could afford this vacation, but I didn’t feel like I could say so because a) Mrs. Chef is bringing home a paycheck and I’m not (anybody need to hire an actor or a voiceover performer?), and b) I hate being the bad guy all the time. And NOW both our car and our home have hail damage, and boy we could sure use that four grand to pay the insurance deductibles on those repairs.)
My car got hail damage a couple of years ago. I didn’t bother to have it fixed, the car still worked, it was just lumpy looking. I’m sorry about your home, that probably has to be repaired.
I know someone who makes a very nice living by recording books. He got his start by reading for the Braille Institute. As I recall, he started doing it free but was able to send copies of his recorded books to the audio publishers and finally got a paying job. Now, he has several well-known authors who insist that he is the only one who will read for them. I don’t know if it would work out for you, just a suggestion.
I pit MAJOR rants in the mini-rant threads. 
I come here planning to bitch about the broken a.c. at my office, and then I read about others who are dealing with dying parents and nervous breakdowns and financial crises and ill pets and …
I should, of course, feel properly chastened about wanting to whine about such a trivial problem. And maybe secretely cheered by the realization that my life is sooo much better than it could be…
But I’m not. I’m still :mad: It was hot and muggy and I was sweaty and unhappy all day long. And most likely will be tomorrow as well. :mad:
I think this makes me a very bad person.
I am not a beach person either, though I am a water person. [I like to do my swimming early in the morning or later in the day when it is not the height of solar activity.]
Can you not put your foot down and tell wife that due to the damage that needs to be repaired the money will NOT go to a vacation, but to repairing the damage? I am sorry, in our house the needed gets done before the frivolous. mrAru and I have never disagreed about money going to repairs before something recreational.
My dog got tagged by a skunk on father’s day. Yay me!
Yesterday, my daughter went to go swim in the pool. She was removing those plastic things we have to reduce evaporation and she starts screaming “DADDY, THERE’S A DEAD SKUNK IN THE POOL!”
Being 10 years-old, you can imagine the excitement this caused.
So I pit you, you idiot skunk - you spray my dog and drown in my pool. Serves ya’ right!
In my experience, whenever I put my foot down it lands squarely in my mouth.
In this case the trip is already paid for – I didn’t mean to suggest that Mrs. Chef is that irresponsible. If the money was still in the bank she’d be the first one to insist that we take care of the repairs with it. I just wish it WAS still in the bank.
Is the hail damage to the house severe enough that the roof might start leaking, ChefTroy? If so, I’d think that would trump any vacation plans. Leaky roofs = teh sux.
Stay away from him, Alice. You deserve better, and you’re gonna go out there and find better, dammit. But that’s not gonna happen while you’re pining longingly away over this dude.
I’m pitting my hair. It used to grow so quickly, be so luxuriant. But it doesn’t grow as quickly any longer and it’s thinner than it used to be. I’m a woman, for god’s sake. I’m not supposed to have thinning hair. It’s not really noticeable to anyone but me and my stylist, but goddammit! My hair was my favorite physical feature. Yeah, slower hair growth makes my eyebrows easier to wax, but shit - I want the hair on my head!
I’m also pissed because my daughter woke me up three times last night, then stayed up after 5:20. I have to call someone about a job today. I need to be sharp. But I’m finding it difficult to stay sharp when this has happened four nights in a fucking row! I’ve had three cups of coffee already and I’m just barely out of my fog. I’m afraid that the moment I speak to this woman a huge yawn will come out, which is not the impression I’d like to make.
And why is my daughter waking me? Well, I’ll tell you since you’re waiting with bated breath. She’s apparently having nightmares about our cat sniffing her toes. She runs in, breathing like Darth Vader, whispering, “Mommy. Mommy. Mommy, the cat sniff my toe! He sniff it!” Okay, I had stupid nightmares, too. Waking up hysterical because I dreamed cookie monster tickled me until I peed wasn’t exactly mature, but the cat? Sniffing her toe? Ugh.
How old is your daughter? Have you considered limiting her nap time?
Maybe give her a glass of warm milk with a little coffee in it before bedtime.
I was trying to find good voices in podcasts/books (and anything read by Scott Brick), and I ran across a podcast devoted to voice-over/narrating advice and the marketing thereof:
http://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/voices/id267234918
And I thought of you.
I’ll also mention that I went to Cozumel years ago, and never laid out on a beach (what a waste of time, unless you had a good book). We found lots of good restaurants, bars, even a fun pool parlor. There are ruins, lots of local color, and some great (yet cheap) seafood. You just have to stay away from where the cruise ships come in-- then there’s a couple of hours of yahoos strolling around (but they usually get back on the boat for their free buffet dinner, so the town quiets down again).
You deserve some downtime; I do hope you can go with a good attitude (and not be thinking about that roof).
She’s 2.5. Limiting naptime might be a good idea - she seems to be growing out of naptime much more quickly than her brother did (who is 6 and still naps occasionally, and only stopped taking daily naps at 4.5).
The coffee is a thought 
, though she did get into the coffee grounds in our trashcan once and it didn’t change her behavior one iota. I wasn’t sure whether to be amused or frightened.
(giggle) OK, I am having a rotten day, trying to keep out ahead of a migraine that’s stalking me and me a single parent for the next few days while my husband’s at a conference. This made it better. My kid will have to work hard to top that before his 8 PM bedtime.
That made my day a lot better, too.
I’m like this, too. After about 10-15 minutes on the beach, I’m like, “Well, what is there to do now?”
Fail time. TheKid is gone for a few days, so I did as I usually do when she’s gone… eat what I want for dinner. Last night I ordered pizza- nom. I planned on making pancakes tonight, too bad I had leftovers for lunch and am not hungry at all.
TheKid managed to become a freakin’ lobster within a few hours today, so I can’t complain much- at least I’m not her. Bad mom.
If the vacation’s paid for, freeing up that money might either be impossible, or very hard without losing a substantial chunk to “Booking fees”