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June 27, 2010
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

This week has been very emotional for me, and I'm not quite sure what to do with that.

Don't get me wrong, there have been good emotions as well as bad. A rollercoaster, really.

The bad: There is an ongoing situation (OK, it shouldn't be ongoing; I should have moved past it) that I'm trying to be OK with, and usually I am. This week, I was not. At all. Things added to it, things that wouldn't normally bother me, but this week they really got under my skin.

I'm starting to think that I may need to go back to therapy to deal with this. I don't want to have to, I want to be able to deal with things on my own and not always run back to therapy, but maybe I also need to learn what things I can't deal with on my own.

The good: Friday I got flowers at work. Specifically, a miniature rose bush. It was from PB and was completely unexpected. In fact, I thought that workKaren was just showing me yet another damaged box from UPS. I didn't realize otherwise until she said, "It's got your name on it, dummy."

That night we had planned to grill out but we got a late start, so we ended up heading out to a new restaurant we've been wanting to try instead. Verdict: Good pizza, good wine list, beer selection is lacking. After dinner we took a walk to get some ice cream but on our way there walked past The Byrd, saw that Robin Hood was playing, and decided to see that instead. So, a completely spontaneous date night. Most excellent.

Also Friday, a friend of mine had a baby. She's been ready to have him for the past few weeks; he was not ready. He's finally here- I went to meet him today and he is beautiful. Beautiful.

Can I just say that when you meet your friends' babies it's completely different from meeting your nephews (and nieces, I suppose)? I was just hit by a completely different set of emotions. We'll see if that changes tomorrow; it's their first night home and I'm bringing them dinner.

Tonight, well, I'm hanging out with my boys. I'd rather not be alone*; I'm still feeling really emotional and kind of reeling. It will pass.

Plus, you know, True Blood tonight. Hot Vampires.

*Boys: We are he and we love you and we never see you and we like you here. Without that man.


Comments

It IS different when a friend has a baby versus family - for me I have a LOT less emotion involved when it is a friend. I am sorry to hear that something bothersome is nagging around and still bothering you. If we could all deal with things on our own we would put a lot of therapists out of business. If it helps I say go. It's not a bad thing to need the help moving past something, in fact I think it is huge in a great way that you know what can help. You know where I am if you want to talk....
Posted by Michelle at June 28, 2010 07:17 PM






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