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having a freak out
2 Jul 2013 09:54 pmPatrick came home from work at 9 (an hour early) and informed me that we were leaving for our trip in the morning.
I am totally not ready. I had 2 more days to finish cleaning and packing and all that. Now I'm rushing around trying to figure it all out and I've been sleepy all day thanks to new meds. I can't think straight. I don't know what to do first or how to even go about doing it.
There's a ton of laundry still to do because the clothes I want to take are all dirty (was planning on doing that tomorrow), dishes need to be washed, the kitchen cleaned, kiddie pool emptied, tent taken down (in the dark now), packing for everyone so it will all fit, straighten up the house, remember to bring everything for everyone.
And I'll be doing it all on my own because no one wants to help. So far I've gotten 3 of the kids to collect clothes they want to wear and put them in my room so I can pack. Usually they do it themselves but there's so little space in the truck. I want it all neat.
Reminds me I have to clean out the car and put Jack's carseat back in it, too. Patrick doesn't know how to do that. 13 years of having kids and he still can't put in a carseat.
What's he doing? Watching TV and playing on the computer. If it was his choice we'd just pile in the car as is and start driving with no concern for what we're going to need and how long it's going to take.
I'm going to cry from the stress.
I thought I had 2 days. I had it all planned out what I needed to do in those days. The tent was coming down in the morning, the pool was being emptied on the 4th before we left. I was going to pack tomorrow night after I got ALL the laundry done. I was going to do a quick lice treatment on the 3 girls just in case. Owen had to have his head shaved today because I found lice on him.
I don't know where to start. I'm so confused. My brain is shutting down. When I told Patrick all this, that I don't have enough time to get things ready he told me to not come then.
Nobody gives a fuck about me or my anxiety. He was at my appointment yesterday when I was describing the stress and tension I was under constantly and how it was affecting my daily life. He heard the doctor explain what the new meds will do and how I might react to them but his response now is there's nothing wrong with you so just get it done. He doesn't believe I'm having an anxiety attack.
I'm trying to stay calm but I don't like feeling rushed. I forget things so easily. And I'm so tired from these meds.
I need a beer. A few of them. But I'm not allowed to drink on the new meds. And I drank the last of my beer last night so I wouldn't be tempted.
I am totally not ready. I had 2 more days to finish cleaning and packing and all that. Now I'm rushing around trying to figure it all out and I've been sleepy all day thanks to new meds. I can't think straight. I don't know what to do first or how to even go about doing it.
There's a ton of laundry still to do because the clothes I want to take are all dirty (was planning on doing that tomorrow), dishes need to be washed, the kitchen cleaned, kiddie pool emptied, tent taken down (in the dark now), packing for everyone so it will all fit, straighten up the house, remember to bring everything for everyone.
And I'll be doing it all on my own because no one wants to help. So far I've gotten 3 of the kids to collect clothes they want to wear and put them in my room so I can pack. Usually they do it themselves but there's so little space in the truck. I want it all neat.
Reminds me I have to clean out the car and put Jack's carseat back in it, too. Patrick doesn't know how to do that. 13 years of having kids and he still can't put in a carseat.
What's he doing? Watching TV and playing on the computer. If it was his choice we'd just pile in the car as is and start driving with no concern for what we're going to need and how long it's going to take.
I'm going to cry from the stress.
I thought I had 2 days. I had it all planned out what I needed to do in those days. The tent was coming down in the morning, the pool was being emptied on the 4th before we left. I was going to pack tomorrow night after I got ALL the laundry done. I was going to do a quick lice treatment on the 3 girls just in case. Owen had to have his head shaved today because I found lice on him.
I don't know where to start. I'm so confused. My brain is shutting down. When I told Patrick all this, that I don't have enough time to get things ready he told me to not come then.
Nobody gives a fuck about me or my anxiety. He was at my appointment yesterday when I was describing the stress and tension I was under constantly and how it was affecting my daily life. He heard the doctor explain what the new meds will do and how I might react to them but his response now is there's nothing wrong with you so just get it done. He doesn't believe I'm having an anxiety attack.
I'm trying to stay calm but I don't like feeling rushed. I forget things so easily. And I'm so tired from these meds.
I need a beer. A few of them. But I'm not allowed to drink on the new meds. And I drank the last of my beer last night so I wouldn't be tempted.
