Couch 140: Knocking pans

One beer is fine. And if she wants to discuss family stuff she'll be too distracted with that to even comment on the beer. Just tune her out if it starts to get annoying. The most useful thing EX T told me for situations like this is "There's A Door". In other words, if the situation beccomes too much-an early exit is okay. So, cut lunch early, go get your kid, let your mom play with her, and then end the afternoon. Done deal.

Good advice! I mean, I'm sure it will probably go just fine, just kinda want it over with (and for my living room to magically clean itself).

Anais can skip my house and go straight to yours. I'm done cleaning.

Ugh my sleep has just not been restful at all this week. I'm so tired today I'm getting cranky on my calls and that's not good. And my adherence is so bad this week i just got a coaching about it. I should go home sick or something. I hope i sleep better tonite. This is probs where the sadness bout the t rel is coming from too. Messed up sleep messes up everything eh.

I haven't been drinking wine, maybe i oughta be

hey guys im having such a miserable time i had horrible dreams last night about the mother dying my stepfather was alive and i had to take care of him and his grief as i was so angry .i have to go to therapy today and it is going to be horrible . i wish i could just ignore the whole thing but my dreams and mood wont let me

Thinking of you Granite.

"There's a door."

I really like that. I always forget. Thanks Jersey

and (((granite)))

I will join you in your lunch beer, LT. It's hot and I've been hard at work, cleaning all those houses.

It's 95 today and was in the 40s last week. I give up, New England, you win.

The weather is insane. We are in the 90's as well.

(((Granite)))

It's in the high 90s here also. Stupid east coast.

I've survived my field trip. We went to a holocaust museum, so now I'm a little melancholy.

Also 90s here...(fellow East Coaster)

(((granite)))

Back in college (unfortunately, I lived at home then), I realized that there's an optimal level of gin or vodka (the smell of beer was a dead giveaway) to be consumed before returning home and dealing with the woman -- too much and I lose control in all exchanges (a worse fate cannot be imagined); too little and well, it's pointless.

I take your point in there being value in antagonizing the woman -- however, I am myself partial to a stealth approach. If the weapon one is using is hidden, the enemy has no idea about the source of one's power. Etc.

LT -- good luck!

Apparently today is "Talk like a stopdog" day on the Couch. Good lord.

Thanks! Heading out soon. I mean, my mom and I get along pretty well, just...anxiety. Plus the 90-degree thing and I don't do well in heat (neither does she for that matter, but we'll be indoors!)

A stream of expletives are running around my head. I'm doing the best I can, but feeling the time pressure from R, in a way that I never expected to. I think it would almost have been better if there had been a limit to our work, rather than her now giving the impression that there's a timescale. Frick.

I propose declaring it as a national (Couch) holiday.

What shall we do? Other than celebrate with blinkies of course?

Beer's a total necessity in such heat.

(Sorry, didn't mean to scare you with my poor Art of War rendition in dealing with all things family.)

Maybe we can lure her out with a bassoon playing Mozart poorly?

Anyone who sees their therapist today must tell the therapist not to talk. And toss cash down as payment.

And hope they remember to stay back!

Indeed -- along with investing in a decent Kevlar vest and such like.

I believe SD does not hope the therapist stays back but rather keeps furniture between them.

If every client behaved like SD, just for a day, I think it would keep those people in their places better.

I am snorting and throwing my arms in the air, exhausted by your constant tomfoolery.