Every time I have a day where I think I'll get caught up on things, something happens. And that goes the same for blogging. Yesterday was one of those days. Looking back at the week it seems to have been a whole series of those days. (And then the last month(s) seems the same.) Saturday Chance and I went to an early screening of Despicable Me and we both really enjoyed. It was a very good movie and I wrote a review at Culture Brats. Then we went to the county fair and 20 minutes after we paid for the stupid tickets in the very hot sun I could feel a bladder infection starting.
OK? Got to the doctor later that afternoon and got it taken care of. As much as you can "take care" of it.
Then Tuesday morning, Keen woke up sick. We ended up in the ER. He was passing a kidney stone. (He's feeling much better now.) I actually had a really funny post about our painful peeing all lined up in my head.
And then yesterday I found out my grandfather is in the hospital again. It's bad. At the same time, one of my best friends really needs some support for a bad turn in her life.
And then. And then. And then.
Sometimes I feel worn down because life Just. Keeps. Happening. It's not all bad. It just doesn't stop. This week should have be classified as "hard" but instead it just feels "
typical". Hard doesn't get easier, you just get used to it. And I know a lot of other families in the same boat right now. Which is about where I start feeling really tired. I think my family is lucky I'm not a drama queen (and by drama queen I mean those people who get something small like a window installed and call the experience "a fucking nightmare!" No, it's a window. Deal.) because I don't think I'd be able to cope.
(At the same time, I wonder if those drama queens get to deal with less crap because they're so over the top? hmmm)
I don't know where I'm going with this. I think I needed to vent a little. I frustrate myself with blogging because I enjoy writing the funny stuff but there's always so much going on, (and I know I'm not the only one) that I feel like I ping-pong between funny and blah. Because I hesitate to write about the bad stuff. Like I shouldn't be a downer. Or worse, like it's a shopping list of what went wrong. So I end up writing throw away posts and I don't feel good about those either.
And always, ALWAYS, there is a voice in my head going, "wah wah, whiner." I call her Perspective the Bitch.
I'd really like someone else's perspective, besides hers. – wg