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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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moving
Date: 2008-08-27 09:14 am (UTC)Hire 2 or 3 people and watch the whole thing fly by. The one time we were able to coordinate this the truck was loaded in 45 minutes in one city and unloaded just as fast in the next.
College students needing beer money will love you.
You can contribute by stationing yourself by the moving truck or in the house too keep your lackeys honest.