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batskeetsI'm really learning to hate wedding season. It's great that we're busy, but I spend the summer months working my ass off and being tired and crabby all the time, and there's no real way around it. If I were doing less at The Job, it'd be okay, but that's not in the cards right now, so I keep squeezing out that extra dose of whatever to get me through the weeks.
And, my personal relationships pretty much go to crap. Although B and I are partners-in-crime and do a lot of the wedding work together, it's still work, and it's tiring and tension-inducing. And we're so worn out when it's all over that we don't have the energy to actually, you know, have fun together. I know *I* don't have any.
AND, if it wasn't for having a few great friend-types living in my house, I probably wouldn't see any friends at all. I get the occasional invite, sure, but most of the time I'm too tired to even lazily show up at a gathering, much less plan something fun where I might invite other people. And if I do take myself out there, I'm generally a zoned-out waste of social space.
Maybe it just seems extraordinarily crappy right now because we're moving, on top of everything else. Between my working and and my having a sprained foot, B is having to do a lot of the heavy lifting, and it's making him noticeably cranky. Which makes me crankier, and that makes him crankier, and woooo, infinite feedback loop. :p
So, yeah, I basically want all this crap to be overwith, because I've been a lonely, listless, and largely unpleasant bitchmonster this whole time, and I don't want to get stuck like this.
It'd be nice if I could actually start feeling normal again.
And, my personal relationships pretty much go to crap. Although B and I are partners-in-crime and do a lot of the wedding work together, it's still work, and it's tiring and tension-inducing. And we're so worn out when it's all over that we don't have the energy to actually, you know, have fun together. I know *I* don't have any.
AND, if it wasn't for having a few great friend-types living in my house, I probably wouldn't see any friends at all. I get the occasional invite, sure, but most of the time I'm too tired to even lazily show up at a gathering, much less plan something fun where I might invite other people. And if I do take myself out there, I'm generally a zoned-out waste of social space.
Maybe it just seems extraordinarily crappy right now because we're moving, on top of everything else. Between my working and and my having a sprained foot, B is having to do a lot of the heavy lifting, and it's making him noticeably cranky. Which makes me crankier, and that makes him crankier, and woooo, infinite feedback loop. :p
So, yeah, I basically want all this crap to be overwith, because I've been a lonely, listless, and largely unpleasant bitchmonster this whole time, and I don't want to get stuck like this.
It'd be nice if I could actually start feeling normal again.
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The insanity that is moving
Date: 2008-08-26 06:38 pm (UTC)To keep my sanity, I make sure there is at least one room in the house that is clean and lacks boxes which torment me. When I finish working for the day I go and hide in that room for an hour or so.
Luckily, moving is temporary. Some day ALL of those freakin' boxes will be gone. When that happens we'll have a party :-)