Today I had little to no time to myself to handle stuff. It was like a revolving door of people who needed my opinion or support or knowledge and I gotta say it was exhausting. I had about 15 minutes at lunch to regroup and face the rest of the day. Woof!
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Totally exhausted man.
It's not that I minded, because it was nice to be listened to or consulted like I actually know what I'm doing--which I do, but it has been the case that I frequently echo Cassandra's doom. To be treated like people actually want to know what I think and they actually want to listen to my rationale or my thoughts is a new sensation.
I digress...for Michael Hutchence.
Anyway, mixed into the consulting and advicer-ing (Hush now. I have an English degree, so I get to make up stuff like advicer-ing) there was also a fair amount of bullshit. You know what makes it better when you feel the bullshit getting your goat?
A good ol' fashioned venting of the bullshit! That's right, I came home and my husband and I took turns laying out the exasperations, the crapola, and the complete and utter bullshit that just sent us into orbit today. I love that I can come home and let loose the furies of frustration and then I can listen to his litany of offenses to common sense and we can both feel better afterward. Some days, it's all we really need. A damned good vent session without repercussions because we "get" each other.
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Actually we do. It gets a little spooky sometimes.
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