My ex-husband, Dan and I went food shopping yesterday. Yes, you heard that right.
Between the two of us, we are trying to figure out how to get through the month of December without the debtors police coming to beat us with bully sticks.
Since paying child support isn’t in our near future, we decided to work together to be able to at least have food at both houses.
This is where Costco comes in handy. We picked out the most logical things to buy and then split them. Even the Oreos…even though Oreos weren’t on the ‘logical’ list…they are tasty.
After we circled Costco, we cruised over to Walmart to get things that didn’t need to be bought in bulk. Since we were there we went to the toy section to see what they had out for Christmas ideas.
We would pick something up, turn it around, check the price…and then conclude that it was garbage and it was just going to end up somewhere under a bed or in the garbage.
“I officially hate December this year.” It needed to be said. Actually it needed to be screamed, but my throat was sore.
On the way home, Dan decided to tell me all his financial woahs and I restrained myself from shoving his head through the window.
I told him, “Take a life insurance policy on me and I will try to make it look like murder.”
After hours and hours of tossing and turning, my body finally relaxed and I fell asleep.
In my dreams, I planned the perfect murder. I got to watch the whole thing like a television show, except I was the leading character. (Oh and I looked fantastic! I love it when I am skinny in my dreams!!)
I was so bummed when I woke up this morning.
Understanding seasonal depression comes easy to me this year. I am just wondering how long it will last?