January is a tough month…
For most but I think if you suffer from depression it has to be the pits. At least with darkening months of Oct and Nov you had christmas to look forward to, but January? The sweltering heat of the irish summer? The spring lambs jumping from the field onto your plate with a hint of rosemary sauce? Its no wonder the poor kid rang me this morning in a panic. She was supposed to catch up with me this evening for training and sister’s night but the poor thing rang me crying saying she couldn’t make it to the train station. Once I’d calmed her down, she said she hadn’t been in college since last Wed and she was worried they were going to think she was taking the piss. I explained to her that she had already had the doctor write her a letter which proves to the college that she isn’t taking the piss but she gets so wound up. The college therapist, whilst is a great idea in theory , never seems to be available for a chat. We’ve decided to book her in with Mammy2’s former therapist which Mammy2 reckon’s she’ll respond to. We’re not fond of therapists, us titches, we go through them like hot dinners. Its the whole ’silence until she talks’ malarky I don’t get. Anyhew, the kid is on her way back to bed and hopefully in the next
could of days she’ll be doing better. I reckon the trigger was last week when she brought in her art work and the tutor said something about them not being brilliant. The kid takes anything to do with her art to hear and so ripped up a few of her works. Whilst she is doing so much better then last year, I think a few sessions with a therapist wouldn’t go astray after all she’s been through.
Now compared to her problems, mine seem minute. Which they are. The last week I’ve had 2 run-ins. One with clingfilm, and another with the washing machine. The clingfilm one, well I’ve ranted enough about that stupid household product to last me a lifetime but yesterday it went too far. As far as clingfilm can go whilst stuck to a roll. I ended up ripping it into small bits, which of course everyone knows covers nada. By the time I was finished it sat there mocking me. I suspect this had to do with the restless sleep I had the previous night. Due to our ‘intruder’. Not so much intruder as poster falling off the wall, but when its nearly 4 in the morning, your brain can play all sorts of tricks on you. I heard a noise. I decided I wasn’t going to suffer by myself and continued asking Mammy2 did she hear it, until she eventually woke up , so I followed with “sorry to wake you, but I think I heard a noise” In other words I’m scard and hiding under the blanket, would you please investigate. Pleae bear in mind I have been training in kickboxing for the last 2 years and am hoping to go for my belt at the end of Feb. Oh and did I mention I love horror movies? So there I huddled under my blankets as Mammy2 with 0 years training in any sort of martial art unless you count the Wii about go forth and see what was making the noise. As it turns out it was something as innocuous as the Leinster poster falling off the kid’s door. Mammy2 returned to the bedroom triumphant with the knowledge she had secured the apartment for her wife. Meanwhile her wife was wondering when she became such a wuss.
Perhaps I know to go to ‘How to deal with an intruder if they break into your house classes’ instead of my kboxing classes. Or more ‘how to deal with a poster falling from the wall whilst it sounding like an intruder’ classes. Its a specialist area I know, but they do say there is an evening class for everything.
I have class this evening with a different instructor. I usually head to the Mon and Wed’s class as I am familar with the class pattern and the instructor but I skipped last night’s so I could go with the kid to this evenings. She was thinking of getting into it as it might help her deal with stuff. Its definetly a good way to deal with stuff. I find it very thearputic after a stressful day but I think there are a few things she needs to clear in her head first I think before she can move on. The guy who does the class this evening is meant to be very tough so chances are I shall be writing my last will and testament tonight afterwards. I’ll keep you posted 