Snakes of Worry
I feel like Medusa with snakes of worry all over my head. You wouldn't think I'd go for that snake imagery, would you? I don't seem to have any control over my mind however, and that's what I see.
Ugh....now that I think about it more, that's repugnant....but you get the point.
I just feel frazzled with little worries darting all over the place. Last night we found out that after finally finding a therapist that we like, and that seems to get us and our particular personalities and dynamics....he's leaving practice. I could just cry. I mean the boys are fine but we all have some odds and ends and worries....and with the boys growing up with family members dropping like flies and cancer, etc. everywhere....I've figured it's good for us all to talk to someone periodically. It's been a long road finding someone that worked well and bleh....we've seen them for about mmm...four or five months? Sigh.
The boys ate early before their appointment but it was kind of crazy and I figured Ernie and I would eat later. I ended up eating popcorn that didn't pop very well and finally give it to Rascal because he was begging for it and driving me nuts. Is popcorn good for cats? That, some cashews, and an episode of MasterChef Canada was it for me. I tumbled into bed. I was so happy when Ernie came up and I could just roll over next to him. Then I was able to go to drift off. Crazy dreams about our apartment in Chicago again.....getting flooded, original woodwork being lost....crying over lost friends. Weird. Then again the other night I had a dream that I was working someplace with Don Gerard and I saw a snake. He went looking for it and came back and said, "What happens if I can't find it?" and I said, "I don't KNOW....Ernie ALWAYS finds them....." What the hell these things mean I don't know.
Onward.
Oh, and I STILL have Rolling in the Deep going through my head. None of your suggestions worked.
HELP ME PEOPLE....HELP ME! Speaking of which, have I ever told you about the time toddler Leo screamed "HELP ME, HELP MEEEEEEE" at the top of his lungs all the way home from his preschool in Urbana? Got a few odd looks at stop lights I can tell you...