A Better Day
Not necessarily a good day, you understand, but a better day, by yesterday's standard. Yesterday was a terrible day, and not even a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day, because that would be cute, and yesterday was not cute. But I am better, and I think K is better, or at least she is more calm. Yesterday, in brief, was a deep depression day for both of us. We have both got to go to therapy, and I don't know if we're working on it hard enough. I do have a name, but I'm thinking now that maybe I should keep looking, because this person is a parent of a kid at my school and one of the things I'll need to talk about is the assholes at school. K also has names and has called, but hasn't managed to connect with anyone yet.
No more details, then, because thinking/talking/writing about the details in ... detail will only bring it all back to me. I'm becoming a Scarlet O'Hara professional in my old age, as in "I'll think about it tomorrow." Hey, whatever works. I really do have to get a handle on this shit, though, because it makes my tongue go all weird, although I have no effect on my internal parts, thank goodness.
I will say that school was less sucky today -- as I indicated on Twitter -- because I didn't have to talk to any administrators today. Also, my brilliant idea of this afternoon was a way to manage a new car for K, but she looked into it and the car I was thinking about turns out to be crap. Sadly, it's the affordable car of the moment. We'll keep looking there.
What else can I tell you? Oh, get this. After my haircut yesterday, I stopped at the wonderful bra store, which is near my hairdresser, and I basically went into a dressing room, took off my shirt and said "Help!" So I got a new bra, and I am now wearing a freaking 38G. Yes. Who even knew that bra sizes came in G? Well, they do. And actually today was the first day in who knows how long that my bra didn't hurt me all day. So I guess they got it right. (With apologies to any of the male gender who might possibly be reading.)
I have ordered myself three presents in the last couple of weeks: my adorable cheap Mickey watch, which I showed you, and along a similar train of thought, a new mouse for my Mac, a two-button mouse, which I love and which I got mostly with coupons. But the biggie comes tomorrow (I hope): an Oreck vacuum cleaner and a "free" cordless iron along with it. Ooooooh. I am so excited! (No shit, I really am.) I will vacuum and iron all weekend long! (Okay, maybe vacuum, you can only iron if you've got stuff that needs ironing. But I love me a cordless iron. A brilliant invention. I had one for years, but couldn't find a replacement when it died.) Anyway, by this time tomorrow evening I shall have the cleanest carpets in New Jersey. I'll let you know.
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Don't feel bad; depending on what brand you're buying, I'm also a G. See, right now I'm wearing a 34F, but it's a brand whose sizes go D, DD, E, F, G. Most other brands go D, DD, F, G. So my 34F should be a 34G in other brands. And I don't even LOOK like I have a huge bosom! Most people look at me and say, "No way your chest is so big!" Are you sure you're not my big sister???
ReplyDeleteKurt and I started therapy last week. We go to the base, to the therapist they have there. What I find interesting is the guy is blind! You always want to remind me his computer monitor is turned off, but then you realize he can't see it. He's an excellent listener, as well he should be. Both of us go tomorrow for individual sessions, then next week for another joint session. I've got my fingers crossed.
Oh, yeah, that was a better day. Bra sizes have changed more than people have (except artificially). It's just another one of those "lies." But now you'll be lots more comfortable.
ReplyDeleteAnd you will love the Oreck. Not only does it do an excellent job of picking up all sorts of crap (including cat hair!), but I don't have to take it outside to empty the bag.
Therapy is so helpful if you find the right person. I want to go back so badly, but my Cobra Insurance doesn't cover it and I can't shell out that kinda money. Hubby would never hear of such a thing! If I could just get rid of him, I probably wouldn't need it! Good luck finding someone.
ReplyDeleteThe bra thing is so important. I finally relented to letting someone at Lane Bryant help me a few years ago and I finally have a perfect fit in a 44 B. I know the B part is sad, but the combination of the 44 and the B is hard to find, so I stick with Lane Bryant. for having a big frame and being full figured everywhere else on my body, I still can't figure out how I ended up with itty bitty boobies! So sad.....:(