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Behold, the birth of a very verbose girl
Jan. 27th, 2015 04:54 amHey, guys, it's totes (is totes still a thing, btw?) my birthday! Come & celebrate it with me! *lies back and awaits the anticipated palm fronds*
In other news, after my post yesterday Alexandra texted me because she couldn't find her daughter & had forgotten that she took her to daycare that day. She literally was like, "Do you think she'd heard shopping?" It's just...yeah. Messed up on so many levels. Yes, Alexandra, your 18-month old is shopping. I called & left her a message (after confirming she meant to send the text to me and was in fact confused) because I was so concerned, just asking her to wait until another adult came home to pick her daughter up. She just got into an accident the other day with her baby in the backseat, supposedly from texting while driving, but I'd wager she was drunk as well then. One night coming home from the movies, she ran right through a red light and we almost got wiped out by an oncoming car. After that, I asked her to limit herself to two drinks before driving with me, and she agreed (though she didn't stick to it, and I didn't have the backbone to enforce my boundary). With everything that happened yesterday though, I didn't feel comfortable anymore being around her if she'd been or planned on drinking before/while we were together at all, and I texted her to let her know, trying to be careful not to hurt her feelings and making sure to let her know I have issues getting triggered by that stuff because of my family history (so as to make it about me too and not just her). But she never texted or called me back, which is unusual for her. I think that's when you know for sure that you have a problem, because if someone asked me not to drink around them (for instance maybe one of my recovering addict friends, though they wouldn't even have to ask, but you get my point), it wouldn't be an issue whatsoever, especially if I knew they were asking because it triggered them. That's like giving the person an out -- you're not even saying, "look, you have a problem." You're just saying it makes you uncomfortable.
It just sucks, and I hope she can get over the sting of me bringing it up and respect my wishes. I'm sure she's embarrassed & possibly offended. And I mean, I like having a drink or two at dinner with her just fine, and I'll miss that to a degree, but it's not worth having to worry about her having a bottle of wine before showing up at noon or getting us into an accident because she doesn't have a limit (especially since this wasn't just her accidentally getting more drunk than she intended, like me drinking while on an anti-epileptic the other night. It's typical for her). And for what it's worth? It wasn't even just one bottle of wine. She told me she went to the store after that and bought another "small" bottle. This is in addition to the wine coolers she brought with her. So, yeah. Definite problem. And the ACA in me does feel bad having to ask her this, because I get why she's turning to alcohol to self-medicate with all her mental issues, but my self-care matters too.
Anyway, enough about that. I'm probably going to my sister's tonight (I say "probably" because they're all sick. There's a possibility she'll ask to celebrate it another night. We'll see how it goes), but in the meantime I'm going to pass the time by working on my memes.
The 10 Day Challenge
Day 1 - Ten random facts about yourself
Day 2 - Nine things you do every day
Day 3 - Eight things that annoy you
Day 4 - Seven fears/phobias
Day 5 - Six songs that you’re addicted to
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
Day 8 - Three words you can’t go a day without
Day 9 - Two things you wish you could do
Day 10 - One person you can trust
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Technically, I could live without all of these but one, but we're being figurative here.
1. My flat-iron. I have hair that tends to get poofy & frizzy & pretty unruly/wacky-wavy if I don't straighten it, and not in one of those ~sexy, natural bedhead~ ways--just a "girl, your hair is crazy today. That side of your head is going one way & the other's going the opposite" kind of way--so my flat-iron is crucial. Though, to be fair, with the length it's at now, even though I straighten it, it sometimes hits my shoulders and is like, "Oh, what's that? You DON'T want me to flip up at the ends like this is the '60s and you've doused me with a bottle of hairspray? Sorry."
2. My family & friends. Well, admittedly, I've gone without friends & family before, but I don't do very well under those circumstances. This includes online friends, btw. Don't think I'd forget you!
3. Television. Whether it be online or on TV, I wouldn't stay sane very long without it. It'd be like The Shining, except I don't own an axe. Yet. Haha.
4. Sleep. This is one of those obvious ones, but I *really* need it. Lately my anxiety has me waking up all night (case in point: the reason I'm up writing this at 4:40 a.m.), but I'm normally like a hibernating bear when I hit the sack. I've actually slept through a 5.something earthquake before. If I get six or fewer hours, I'm pretty much a hot mess.
5. Music. It's one of my anxiety coping tools. Sometimes when I can't sleep, I'll just lie there & sing to myself the way a mother sings to her baby. Except my songs would make for an unconventional lullaby, heh. Principle's the same though.
In other news, after my post yesterday Alexandra texted me because she couldn't find her daughter & had forgotten that she took her to daycare that day. She literally was like, "Do you think she'd heard shopping?" It's just...yeah. Messed up on so many levels. Yes, Alexandra, your 18-month old is shopping. I called & left her a message (after confirming she meant to send the text to me and was in fact confused) because I was so concerned, just asking her to wait until another adult came home to pick her daughter up. She just got into an accident the other day with her baby in the backseat, supposedly from texting while driving, but I'd wager she was drunk as well then. One night coming home from the movies, she ran right through a red light and we almost got wiped out by an oncoming car. After that, I asked her to limit herself to two drinks before driving with me, and she agreed (though she didn't stick to it, and I didn't have the backbone to enforce my boundary). With everything that happened yesterday though, I didn't feel comfortable anymore being around her if she'd been or planned on drinking before/while we were together at all, and I texted her to let her know, trying to be careful not to hurt her feelings and making sure to let her know I have issues getting triggered by that stuff because of my family history (so as to make it about me too and not just her). But she never texted or called me back, which is unusual for her. I think that's when you know for sure that you have a problem, because if someone asked me not to drink around them (for instance maybe one of my recovering addict friends, though they wouldn't even have to ask, but you get my point), it wouldn't be an issue whatsoever, especially if I knew they were asking because it triggered them. That's like giving the person an out -- you're not even saying, "look, you have a problem." You're just saying it makes you uncomfortable.
It just sucks, and I hope she can get over the sting of me bringing it up and respect my wishes. I'm sure she's embarrassed & possibly offended. And I mean, I like having a drink or two at dinner with her just fine, and I'll miss that to a degree, but it's not worth having to worry about her having a bottle of wine before showing up at noon or getting us into an accident because she doesn't have a limit (especially since this wasn't just her accidentally getting more drunk than she intended, like me drinking while on an anti-epileptic the other night. It's typical for her). And for what it's worth? It wasn't even just one bottle of wine. She told me she went to the store after that and bought another "small" bottle. This is in addition to the wine coolers she brought with her. So, yeah. Definite problem. And the ACA in me does feel bad having to ask her this, because I get why she's turning to alcohol to self-medicate with all her mental issues, but my self-care matters too.
Anyway, enough about that. I'm probably going to my sister's tonight (I say "probably" because they're all sick. There's a possibility she'll ask to celebrate it another night. We'll see how it goes), but in the meantime I'm going to pass the time by working on my memes.
The 10 Day Challenge
Day 2 - Nine things you do every day
Day 3 - Eight things that annoy you
Day 4 - Seven fears/phobias
Day 5 - Six songs that you’re addicted to
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Day 7 - Four memories you won’t forget
Day 8 - Three words you can’t go a day without
Day 9 - Two things you wish you could do
Day 10 - One person you can trust
Day 6 - Five things you can’t live without
Technically, I could live without all of these but one, but we're being figurative here.
1. My flat-iron. I have hair that tends to get poofy & frizzy & pretty unruly/wacky-wavy if I don't straighten it, and not in one of those ~sexy, natural bedhead~ ways--just a "girl, your hair is crazy today. That side of your head is going one way & the other's going the opposite" kind of way--so my flat-iron is crucial. Though, to be fair, with the length it's at now, even though I straighten it, it sometimes hits my shoulders and is like, "Oh, what's that? You DON'T want me to flip up at the ends like this is the '60s and you've doused me with a bottle of hairspray? Sorry."
2. My family & friends. Well, admittedly, I've gone without friends & family before, but I don't do very well under those circumstances. This includes online friends, btw. Don't think I'd forget you!
3. Television. Whether it be online or on TV, I wouldn't stay sane very long without it. It'd be like The Shining, except I don't own an axe. Yet. Haha.
4. Sleep. This is one of those obvious ones, but I *really* need it. Lately my anxiety has me waking up all night (case in point: the reason I'm up writing this at 4:40 a.m.), but I'm normally like a hibernating bear when I hit the sack. I've actually slept through a 5.something earthquake before. If I get six or fewer hours, I'm pretty much a hot mess.
5. Music. It's one of my anxiety coping tools. Sometimes when I can't sleep, I'll just lie there & sing to myself the way a mother sings to her baby. Except my songs would make for an unconventional lullaby, heh. Principle's the same though.
