Speaking of the family and their wing in the psycho ward, I almost went off the deep end yesterday with two members of the family. I have been really trying to be good to myself and not be such a people pleaser. And I have to say, I really have to give myself a pat on the back. I'm setting my boundaries and being careful and thoughtful in my response (not reactive). So, yesterday, I got two texts from two of the psycho ward patients and I was right back to "where the hell is the alcohol and Prozac?"
More importantly, is B's reaction to all of the texts. I think the guy is super stressed. He is working super hard and trying to make all this commission. Which seriously- is all of that necessary? I shop at thrift stores people. I'm not a hipster- just super cheap!!! I think he is trying to make extra money for whatever we do next on the baby front. The burden of all of this crap is not all on him, but he doesn't feel that way. I also worry that my ramblings and not so great reactions to all the crap that is going on is a lot for him to handle. Shit- Maybe I need to give him some of my Prozac ! Fickle Mistress Pharmacy coming soon to a town near you.