Oh, where to begin?
Usual disclaimer about life, big picture, being good, and I keep telling myself that.
Publishing books, it turns out, is stressful business. Deadlines, crazy editors, family drama.
And it's the end of the semester, with all that entails.
I could probably handle that but unbloggable things at school--I mean absolutely batshit crazy things--have my anxiety level at RED ALERT CALL THE THERAPIST which is probably compounded by, or causing, hard to tell exactly, resurgence of insomnia. (Have figured out there's a hormonal component, and a teething Tiny Boy component, as well.)
On a really basic physiological level I can't calm down. I've been here before and the time that comes to mind is sitting on Dr. Gorgeous' exam table before the ultrasound that would tell me whether or not there was going to be a Tiny Boy.
So it's 10:00 and I'm exhausted and weepy and trying to figure out which of the drugs in my arsenal might possibly get me more than 4 hrs of sleep so I can get up tomorrow and grade...and call my therapist, you know, on the off-chance she has a cancellation for Thursday.
Usual disclaimer about life, big picture, being good, and I keep telling myself that.
Publishing books, it turns out, is stressful business. Deadlines, crazy editors, family drama.
And it's the end of the semester, with all that entails.
I could probably handle that but unbloggable things at school--I mean absolutely batshit crazy things--have my anxiety level at RED ALERT CALL THE THERAPIST which is probably compounded by, or causing, hard to tell exactly, resurgence of insomnia. (Have figured out there's a hormonal component, and a teething Tiny Boy component, as well.)
On a really basic physiological level I can't calm down. I've been here before and the time that comes to mind is sitting on Dr. Gorgeous' exam table before the ultrasound that would tell me whether or not there was going to be a Tiny Boy.
So it's 10:00 and I'm exhausted and weepy and trying to figure out which of the drugs in my arsenal might possibly get me more than 4 hrs of sleep so I can get up tomorrow and grade...and call my therapist, you know, on the off-chance she has a cancellation for Thursday.
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