slipping under
I'm withdrawing from the outside world again. This happened a couple of semesters ago and didn't end well. My reaction to stress is to focus on something else and get obsessive about it. Blogging, in this case.
I haven't taken my A&P tests yet. I talked to my instructor and we're going to work something out next week, as she isn't going to be in class Thursday. I Made Contact, though, and that's good. Now I need to quit worrying quite so much about my Mother, as it seems she isn't going to keel over just yet. Hopefully she'll be able to stick to her diabetic diet while my cousin is with her. After that, it seems unlikely. If she's just by herself, she'll go back to comfort food and all that. Maybe not. I can always be optimistic. Or try...
My mother and I are too close. I have a hard time separating my life from hers.
My goal for the day is to clean the bathroom. And to only call Mom once, to make sure my sister did actually show up at the hospital yesterday and bring her home.
I'm withdrawing from the outside world again. This happened a couple of semesters ago and didn't end well. My reaction to stress is to focus on something else and get obsessive about it. Blogging, in this case.
I haven't taken my A&P tests yet. I talked to my instructor and we're going to work something out next week, as she isn't going to be in class Thursday. I Made Contact, though, and that's good. Now I need to quit worrying quite so much about my Mother, as it seems she isn't going to keel over just yet. Hopefully she'll be able to stick to her diabetic diet while my cousin is with her. After that, it seems unlikely. If she's just by herself, she'll go back to comfort food and all that. Maybe not. I can always be optimistic. Or try...
My mother and I are too close. I have a hard time separating my life from hers.
My goal for the day is to clean the bathroom. And to only call Mom once, to make sure my sister did actually show up at the hospital yesterday and bring her home.

