Sometimes I think I need a new hobby. Maybe flying rc helicopters or planes? There’s a man behind my father-in-law’s house that flies them and it looks like he’s having a lot of fun with it. Anyway, my old hobbies have been: knitting, gardening, drawing and blogging. But I can’t seem to find time to really enjoy any of them. Not right now. And I really need to find something enjoyable to focus on.
I know, I know. I should focus on my kids and they will make me happy and bubbly and wash all my cares away. I get that. I just don’t get that. Are women not more than what their ovaries can produce? Is that my only good quality?
Ok, I’m getting depressing. I’m just under a good amount of stress and need something. Perhaps a Wii? That sounds like so much fun and I know the girls would love to have one. I’d have to buy one off of eBay and how do I know it won’t be infested with cockroaches? Pfft. Maybe I’ll get Pee Wee one for Christmas. Of course, if that happens, I’ll get addicted to it and she’ll take it with her when she moves out and I’ll be left without the fun. But buying it for my child would make buying it at all a little less indulgent, right? And I’ve got some time after Grump goes to work to be able to play, play, play.
Yeah. I can see that taking time away from my studies. Ha! Of course, it would help with my weight issues. And my need to exercise more. My lord, whoever came up with the idea that a video game would be good for actual physical activity should be given a Peace Prize of some sort. Except that I’ll become addicted.
Ok, I’ve convinced myself. Pee Wee is getting a Wii for Christmas (calm down, she wants it too). And I’ll have fun with that sucker when she’s at school. Life will be fun again.
Until I start feeling guilty because I’m addicted to a video game. 
I was resting
Well, I’m back. For a while anyway. I’ve been quite sick the last week or so and needed some rest- so to speak. Apparently the stress has aggravated my condition a lot more than I’d thought. Who knew that FM was so damned nasty? I certainly didn’t. I developed a bad infection that they thought (initially) was maybe lymphoma, but ruled it out. Doc says I’m just a wreck and my body is protesting. Really? Thanks for the amazing diagnosis, man. I wonder if there’s anyone like “House” in my area. Too much to ask, I think.
Anyway, I’ve dropped one of my classes and have picked a day of the week when I can just be by myself with no children or husband to stress me out. I wouldn’t let them up my dosage of Elavil so I’ve got to do something to get my stress levels under control. I’m also looking into getting a part-time RL job (weekends only) just to be able to have some real adult conversation. And just to get out of the house. I feel like I’ve become that table beside the door where everyone throws their junk when they come home. A junk drawer. Yup, that’s about what it’s like for me right now.
I’m off to the video store right now. I’m going to get some kind of idiotic comedy to cheer me up. Something with Adam Sandler (I love him. No, really…LOL). Maybe I’ll get a portable DVD player and take the movie to the backyard- complete with earphones so I don’t have to hear anyone calling me.
I know, this is a whining post. I’m a bit of a whiner lately. But I’ve been under a lot of pressure and I’ve really got to let some it out. I apologize if I’ve depressed you in any way. The silver lining to all of this is that I’m basically healthy and just need to rest. Without children, grandchildren and the husband.
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