A day of pert-near-menstrual mood and bloat.
Getting vastly irritated with my inane surroundings.
Feeling uncomfortable in my flowy, cute clothes.
Glad Esther Krylon went home. Not that she was irritating, actually she was easy-going and sweet today. I just should be left alone.
Got to talk to Dad about his Grandma issues today. She is a load. And a liar. Hypocrite. Control-freak. And completely reliant on my dad's help. Without gratitude. It's totally logical that he's struggling and all that unresolved upset is now burbling over. I'm glad he talked about it and was willing to listen to the few insights and suggestions I have. Usually he's so angry that he is beyond listening.
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