I will be calling the doctor…
Yesterday I had a major meltdown.
On top of everything else going on, I caught a cold. It’s one of the painful ones that feel like I have actually gargled with Drano. I took some Dayquil and tried to go about the day like a normal person. I swear, there is something in Dayquil that can actually make me hear things that don’t normally have sound. I heard the tile on the floor say, “BLEACH ME!!!!” At night I took the NyQuil and I had dreams that I had to remarry my ex-husband so he could get a better tax write-off.
In between my days and nights of feeling like a walking zombie, I am still dealing with the addition of Shaun’s Ex and her baby boy. It’s actually gotten easier as the little guy is comfortable around everyone and Tabitha has taken over the beating of the children. It’s not that hard at all. We both have our bad days though. One day she was having a bad one and I totally thought it was my fault and I took it personally. I always feel like if someone isn’t happy it’s MY fault. I said or did something wrong. The weird thing is, when I REALLY do something that makes someone mad, I am oblivious to it and I am SHOCKED when they tell me I did something wrong. I am wired ALL wrong.
Yesterday we went out to pick up a few things at Costco. We then made our way over to Walmart (because they have WAY good popcorn Chicken) and I decided to pick up some stocking stuffers and a pair of pants. I got to the register and NO VISA CARD. I must have left it in the car. Shaun ran out while I chatted with the lady behind the register about how cool the pants were because they stretched to fit my fat ass and you actually have to get a size smaller because they fit THAT well.
When he came walking in, he had that “I couldn’t find it.” look. I did the eyebrow raise and he did the shrug. “It’s not in there.”
OH MY GOD HOW FUCKING EMBARRASSSSSSING.
I dig through my wallet again in hopes of it flying out at me and it didn’t.
FUCKING DAYQUIL!
I give him all my cash and grab the car keys, “buy whatever, I’m going to the car.”
I CAN’T FIND THE FUCKING CAR! I am walking around clicking the unlock button hoping that I will find it and then it hits me, THE MELTDOWN.
I get into the car after 5 minutes of walking all over the damn lot. We drive back to Costco and find out they have my Visa card, but the supervisor that had it, went to lunch.
On the way back to the car I could feel Shaun’s arm on my back trying to pull me closer to him and I felt myself walking towards on coming traffic. The guy in the small bronco that I tried to walk into looked at me like I was crazy and I realized…I am.
I’m calling the doctor so I can talk to someone.
I’m thinking Shock Therapy might be the trick.