As my dear friend, Mr. Buffet said, "If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane."
haha, my guy friend says 'every one of me is insane.'
I laughed so hard at that comment. Then I looked in the mirror and realized he was probably speaking the truth.
Now, I can say I've never fallen asleep on the toilet. At least I have one claim to fame. But with my weird schedule I nap then wake up and have no earthly idea if it's day or night, let alone what day it is. (Did I mention that it's a tad dreary up in my neck of the woods. I saw this bright thing in the sky a day or so and was scared.)
Last night my cell phone rang and I tried to answer my slipper. It didn't work too well.
Just the other night I fell asleep on the couch. Woke up at 9:45 and I thought I missed my shift at work. I've never missed my job since I was 11. (Ok...neurotic.) So, I call my manager in a frantic state and he says, "Deb...it's 9:45
pm. Get some rest. I'll see you at 3...and that's 3am." I was a tad embarrassed when I went in the next morning.
So, you are not alone in the club of laughing at yourself. Sometimes that is all you can do. Now for your therapist? haha...I could see MY conversation with her finally revealing I'm depressed.
Cross legs, index finger on cheek, direct look in the eye. "
NO WAY. It can't possibly be true. I only have one kid who has been basically locked up since 14, my other kids scattered around the country, moved to the Arctic with a man I've not been with in 3 years, caring for two elderly Alzheimer's family members, learning my way around a town that makes NO SENSE, 3 parrots that scream all the time, couldn't find a job for a LONG time, should I go on?" She'd probably inject me with medications in the rear ASAP.
You're doing good. Just keep laughing and eventually things brighten up...or Raoul will come around.
Abbey