While there's still lots to post on for the trip (I'll get to it this weekend), the one thing I really dreaded, the one thing that REALLY got me down the second to last day of the trip, was coming back to work, coming back to life, coming back to reality. There was this whole gigantic sense of... well, honestly... absolute DREAD. Absolute dread at having to be a grownup again, absolute dread at having to face my feelings about the FET and the possiblity of it failing, absolute dread at just having to get up in the morning and pretend I care about my job.
And for most of the trip, that really WASN'T a problem, cuz we were on VACATION and we didn't NEED to care about anything. The hardest part of our day was worrying about if we'd make it to the shitter in time, or if there'd even BE a shitter to shit in. And while I'm sure that SOUNDS like it sucked, for the most part you just kinda get used to it when you have a belly like mine, and it becomes a source of ENTERTAINMENT in that fucked up way only shit can be entertaining.
But coming back, between YOUR lovely comments, and the amazingly WARM welcome I got at work, well, it actually feels kinda nice to be back, cuz apparently, I'm appreciated. And I appreciate being appreciated.
- chicklet
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and I appreciate your stories about the shitter, because that shit is just messed up. seriously though, welcome home. we missed you.
I remember the dread of going home at the end of a fantastic vacation too. *sigh*
I am so glad you're home, and I can't wait to hear all about the trip, and see pictures too.
:)
I'm so glad you're back. I've suffered from the severe shortage of capital letters.
I'm glad you had a good trip..you desreved it! I dread faceing reality EVERY day...blah!
LOL... Seriously how I feel about my BMs...
It's either on one end of the extreme moving too quick (I call them diarrhea contractions cuz they become more intense & closer together when I am trying to make it to the bathroom) or moving to slow.
Kinda nice to know I'm not alone! :)
you are most certainly appreciated. i am very glad you're home and home safely where shitters are aplenty....then again i was begging the heavens for one the other day while driving down the one. i thought i might have to pull over and dive into the tall grass.
Welcome back Chicklet,
xx
J
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