Tiger Blood

…is what I have.

I feel fricking awesome.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

At the counselor this morning, we discussed how I felt writing my list of wants. And I am so proud of myself for actually saying the first thing that came into my head, which was ‘silly.’ Of course, her next question was why I thought she would want me to feel silly. Also of course, my answer was because I’m too serious.

I know I take things too seriously. I know I worry about way too much. I just don’t know what to do about it. So my homework for this week is to relax. What a joke, right?

Relax.

My husband and I talked about it this afternoon, and I tried to explain that it’s not good enough when he tells me not to worry, I need to know what specifically I don’t have to worry about. Down to things like, I don’t need to worry that he’ll get pissed and leave because I have to cut my jelly into squares at restaurants. You know those little tubs of jelly? I have to divide mine into fourths, and each half piece of toast gets a cube of jelly. Don’t judge me.

Anyway, I need specifics.

And now I’m lying in bed because the top of my skull wants to explode off my brain, but I feel amazing. I want to laugh and dance and sing! I’m taking that as a good sign.

Also, I have the best husband ever. He is out getting me frozen berries and cheddar cheese and cottage cheese (yum!) because he wants me to stay home and relax this weekend instead of riding with him at work. I have to admit, that does make me a little sad, but he did an excellent job defending his position, so I conceded. I think he worries about me too much. But he’s wonderful.

I’ll let you know if I figure out this whole ‘relaxing’ thing. I’ll probably write a lot to distract myself. Or finish my art project.

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7 Comments on “Tiger Blood”

  1. Tigger says:

    You know those holders of jelly in restaurants, the ones that hold 4 kinds? I have to dump them out and organize them by type, making sure that each is as equal as possible. Every time. Should I finish with that and there happens to be a container of the various sugar packets, those get removed and coded according to type, all facing the same way. You’ll find no judgment here!

    YAY for communicating! I bet that felt really damn fantastic for you! I, too, am very very proud of you!

  2. LOL! I do the exact same thing as tigger and I also have to cut my jelly into equal cubes!

    I am so happy you are feeling awesome! So proud of you for speaking up and YAY for Hubby taking care of you! Tell him I said you need a foot massage and maybe he could paint your toenails! 😉

    I like your painting! I can’t wait to see it done!

  3. aprilvak says:

    Either jelly OCD is way more common than I thought, or I have somehow managed to collect the most jelly-neurotic group of bloggy buddies ever. Whichever it is, at least I’m not alone!


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