Which is to day, I feel like an asshole for using the word "insanity" against long-standing principle, but the last few days have been fucking rough.
Heather and I agreed that we would skip all errands today, her day off, other than dropping off my car for a tire change in the morning. We'd spend the rest of the day sharing quality time. My hormones were not having it, though: Quality time is for suckers!
The morning started with a big spat over dropping off my car for a tire change. I don't even know how to map it out, other than that it involved shouting over the sound of a toilet flush, Heather accusing me of being over-sensitive, and a discussion of whether it was appropriate for a chick to work at a tire shop. It was really unpleasant for both of us.
After dropping off the car (with barely-contained mutual hostility), we went to Starbucks, then to the park for a peaceful breakfast that wasn't to be. It might have been too optimistic an effort, under the circumstances, but the alternative was driving back home all mad, so we risked it. Or anyway Heather decided and I was too lazy and lacking in forethought to jump out of the car.
First it was just tense rehashing, and then it was rehashing accompanied by sobbing while we sat at the lake, and then it was sobbing in the car again. We picked up the car (within an hour, as the lady said), went home, and sobbed in bed. For a while. We decided that, for the moment, conversation was unsafe and sleeping was a better tack. I just could not be trusted to hold a rational conversation.
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The second thing that sparked my interest was a video wherein the cast of The Lion King sings "The Circle of Life" on an airplane. For no legitimate reason, I watched 30 seconds and burst into tears. Like, not getting wet-eyed because it made me think about welcoming a
So now I'm eating Girl Scout cookies-- an unexpected but delightful gift from the tire shop-- and doing my best to numb myself into mindlessness while Heather sleeps, doing her best to avoid the ferocity of my prenatal nature.