It’s a Monday. With a vengeance.
Work has been better, the car needs $1K+ in repairs soonish, some personal projects have been hit with unfortunate and untimely delays that I really didn’t need right now, oh no, and I’m stressed beyond all belief.
I really just want to stop coping and have a full-scale meltdown. Preferably in front of the idiot psych dude at UW who said there was no way I could be Asperger’s because I’d managed to stay married. I have news for you, Psych Dude — my marriage is one of the few stable things in my life and it gives me the strength to cope with all of the rest. And even then, there are days where it’s a near thing.
Where do I find the spiritual and emotional equivalent of bailing wire and duct tape? My supply is running out fast.