E and I had a perfectly ugly blow out last night.
So--today I am a fugitive. I woke up this morning with an emotional hangover of epic proportions. Then, called around looking for a massage with no success. E felt bad for me and made a few more calls--ultimately finding an opening at the new massage school in town.
The massage was so good--but so exhausting. The girl was a complete angel as I bawled my way through most of it. Apparently, the muscles in my shoulders are basically petrified. She did something called "stripping" the muscles that didn't necessarily hurt, but that made me bawl and bawl and bawl some more. As I said, the therapist was a complete angel and went over our scheduled time by 45 minutes because I had SO MUCH work to be done, and because we kept having to stop for me to mop my nose and regain enough composure to continue.
After the massage, I took myself out to lunch, and as I still don't want to go home, I'm typing this entry from "The Grind," CC's local coffee house/New Age-y Christian church.
Now--I guess I'll go wander around Walmart for a while, to put off the inevitable. Going home. Sigh.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Lately Soph is the snuggliest little thing. I just get hugs and kisses all day.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Here is a brief list of things NEVER to buy your friend's or family's kids for Christmas. (Unless you hate them.) Dealing with these things is the worst thing today.
1. Play make-up. I mean, it's REAL, and makes a REAL mess, but is designed for little girls to play with. By play, I mean cover their faces, bodies, clothing, and bedspreads with.
2. Musical instruments of any kind.
3. Polly Pocket Beading Machine. (OK--I bought this one. But it SUCKS! Millions and millions of little beads. Everywhere.)
4. Silly putty. (DUH!)
4. Finger paint (Double DUH!)
9 comments:
It's amazing how much emotion gets stored in our bodies isn't it? Man, there's not much worse than not wanting to go home. I've been there.
That sucks ass. I was totally in that place a couple weeks ago. I drove and drove and drove. If you want to talk about it, you know I'm always here.
p.s. It looks like I'll be needing a pick-up in St. George some time Friday. Is that doable for you?
i am so with you on the gifts not to give your friend's kids. i got three of them this Christmas, and they're going straight to goodwill. :)
pick up some of this. clear paint that only works on special paper. I got this for bella.
I can relate to the not wanting to go home. I'm sorry to hear about your argument. that sucks big time.
You're describing the reason I'm moving out of my current home. Co-dependent roommates, not a spousal argument.
Sorry about the fight. The day after a huge blow up is always the worst. It's so emotionally draining. At least you got what sounds like a pretty darn good massage out of it.
I'm glad you got a massage. I'm also glad the therapist let you do your thing.
Stripping the muscles? I'm so curious. I don't know that I learned that move in massage school.
Big hug.
That is an interesting term "emotional hangover." I have never heard it before, but somehow I know just what you mean. I hope things get better for you.
I'm sorry you've had a rough couple of days. Emotional hangover is an excellent term. Those weepy massages can totally help reset the clock - but when your bawling your head off it can be so embarassing.
New age Christian coffee shop? Utah never ceases in surprising me.
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