Obsessive compulsion

I wonder if Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) was invented by moms and dads who were raising small children among an ever-expanding sea of tiny, plastic toys…

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Dangling over the edge

Disclaimer: this is not a rant but it has a rant-y slant. And, I’m ranting about family. 🙄 Spare me positivity and all that crap. I’ll be over it tomorrow. If you can’t handle a dose of my current reality please do yourself a favour and stop reading now. Come back tomorrow when I post about guinea pigs and cats.

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I have a spot in the yard where I go sit to feel sorry for myself soak up some sun on the days we are treated to such spring-like weather.

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Same, but different

One thing hasn’t changed since lock-down began a number of weeks ago.

I still wake up to the ritual of making, and sipping, my first cup of coffee. Every single day.

No matter how horrible my sleep might have been, or alternately how well I slept, that first cup is my one enduring love. 💗

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Alternate realities? When dreams speak to us…

When I woke up this morning I was startled and confused. I had the most absurd, ridiculous, dream.

In my dream, my partner had bought a house with a lot of property.

In real life, this has been a thing we’ve been arguing talking about for a number of years now. Back when the kids were little, I would not have minded moving out of the city. Now? I’m not keen.

He is though. More so than ever before.

We are not on the same page when it comes to the topic of where, or how to live.

Given the corona pandemic, none of it is of any importance now. We’re locked down and going to be for a while. So there’s that.

But what about the dream then? Why would I dream that we have a new house?

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Supply run adventure

Yesterday reminded me mildly of what a standard, routine day used to be like.

I was busy. All day long.

Reason being, I went on a supply run.

Supply run fashion statement.

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The Monkey Bread saga – part 2

The continuation of the Monkey Bread saga continues…click here for part 1 from yesterday.

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My tween girl and I were baking bread (me) and Monkey Bread (her).  While the doughs were rising, and the dishes piling up, and I had my back turned for a moment, she disappeared.

Because, kids. 🙃

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The Monkey Bread saga – part 1

“Let’s make Monkey Bread,” she said.

“I wanna bake,” she said.

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A little incoherence, and a short update

This morning, I slept till 8 am.

Actually I woke several times since about 3 am. I had all sorts of jumbled thoughts about wicked, strange dreams I longed to get back to so I just rolled over and stayed in bed until 8. Sort of fell asleep again into a semi-dozed state.

Only reason I’m up is because I had to pee and craved coffee. 😛☕

I never do this. I’m not a sleeper-in person. But then, I did imbibe a little last night… 👀

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