Rehab Cancelled

"...the kind of neuroses I'm used to from you..."

Doesn' that just say it all?!!

Crisis averted. I didn't check into Betty Ford yesterday, after all. No, I went to K's football party and drank Coke Zero with lime, the same as all my other hungover friends. We ate Stouffer's lasagne, served right out of the foil pan it comes in, lounging around the family room in outfits closely resembling pajamas. Our team (WSU) pulled out a win in the last two seconds of the game, but I almost missed it because I was sort of napping on the floor.

I ask you, is that the day after a crisis? I don't think so. The only hope I have is that I'm able to recognize my own melodrama and laugh at it. Perhaps I'll use it to my advantage some day, or, with luck, the Prozac will eventually send it into remission.

My husband, while still the same man I wrote about yesterday, was loving and sweet all day long. At some point, I had to give in and go with it; boy, I can really make issues where there are none. He took JJ and me out to teriyaki last night, then the three of us curled up on the couch and watched Iron Man, which was surprisingly, delightfully entertaining. Mmm...and that Robert Downey Jr. is hot.

Today, J's going to do more Christmas lights and I'm taking the boys to the movies. Then maybe I'll iron, or something productive along those lines. My parents arrive on Wednesday, and since my day is shot Monday going to the city with the girls, I'm getting down to the wire on cleaning.

At any rate, I'm going to breathe today. I'm going to be crisis-free. You know, God help me if anything legitimate ever happens to me. :-)

Hope you enjoy your plans-free day and maybe we can talk later on...
love, A