My son won his first basketball playoff game. Absolutely true!
I said "no" when offered a scoop of apple pie ice cream.
This would be the one thing that DID NOT HAPPEN. When my mother in law invited us to Baskin Robbins for icecream after the game, I was all "Sure! But I'm not going to eat any ice cream, I'll just go to spend time with the family!" But then I saw "Apple Pie A La Mode" flavor and was all "GIVE ME A SCOOP O'DAT!"
I "banned" my husband from ever grilling chicken again. (FORBIDDEN!)
Damn right I did. I specifically told him to put the bbq sauce on the chicken after it was cooked and to let them grill for a while after so that the sauce could caramalize. (I take the caramalization of the bbq sauce VERY SERIOUSLY.) Do you think he listened? Of COURSE NOT! I got pissed and said "You're banned for grilling chicken ever again" and he took the ban very seriously and I know this because when I informed him of the ban, he was all "HA! Ha! HA! HAHAHA! You're banning me from grilling chicken? Ok, Kari Heffernan!"
I started AND finished all of the school shopping for my boys.
Hell yeah, I did. I started on Friday afternoon, was finished Sunday before noon. Oh snaps!
I was "kicked out" of my son's second basketball playoff game and ordered to "leave the facilities immediately."
Um, funny story about that. Yeah, I was kicked out of my son's basketball game. It was completely unjustified and it was at the hands of a punk ass little girl who thinks she is God because she wears a whistle around her neck and as I screamed at her as I was taking my walk of shame out of the gym, SHE IS SO GOING TO REGRET DOING THAT TO ME.
I farted loudly inside of Mervyns and although tempted to blame one of my kids, I took full responsibility by raising my hand and actually saying the words "That was me."
What can I say, I had consumed a buttload of bean dip the night before. WHOOPS.
In other news, I saw the therapist today. Good news? It wasn't Dr.DICKHEAD! When I heard his name, I thought it was DICKHEAD, but it wasn't. This guy just happens to have the same last name!
Bad news? He answered his cellphone that was in his pocket during our session and actually had a conversation on it while I sat there trying to pretend not to listen.
After asking me about 10-12 questions, he said "I think you have Obsession Compulsive Disorder." Which I thought was weird to blurt out after knowing me for 10 minutes and asking questions like "Do you have mood swings" (Um, who doesn't have mood swings?) and "Are you irritable?" (I have THREE KIDS, what do YOU think? OF COURSE I'M IRRITABLE.)
I just don't know. I'm not sure what the proper "procedure" is to diagnose someone with a "thinking disorder" (because he reassured me it's not a mental illness.)
He wants me to see a psychiatrist and go on meds! Because meds are the answer! To everything!
(For the record: I'm not opposed to meds. I've been on meds before, I know they are sometimes necessary, but, I felt like he was brushing me off, because, you know, he had phone calls to make and stuff.)
I am still processing it all, (OCD? REALLY?) but overall, I'm glad I took the first step to get help.







OCD? After 10 minutes, he decides you have OCD?
Not saying you don't, because I don't know all the issues, but I know the therapist we took our son to insisted on 5 visits (he told us it was requried/recommended by the Amer. Psych Assoc.) before he "diagnosed" him. He said the "losers medicate before they listen and observe".
And I tend to agree with him. Theres lots of OCD symptom lists floating around the net, so check them out. I googled it.
Do you have the "compusive irrational" part? (LIke bizarre handwashing/light switch flicking/counting steps stuff?)
I figured you were just anxious because money's tight and the 'hood is a bit stressful, unable to enjoy the natural release of pure sex b/c of the ole Sperminator and his potent juice, and probably dealing with a little bit of eating for comfort. Your body naturally tries to "fix" itself either through natural fixes of walking, vitamines etc, or it tries to regulate your endorphins by craving foods high in fat/calories because those cause an endorphin rush.
So, reprioritizing might be part of the therapy, deciding what's important to worry about and what isn't, making a decision that if you catch yourself worrying about a "no no", then you'll do something fun (not punishing, just distracting) like sing a song, or eat an orange, or shoot your hubby with a water gun to re-train your brain not to think about more than it can handle.
Then forcing hubby to get clipped so you can enjoy the whoopie again.
We rebudgeted, but this time allowed for a "fun time" activity every week. (but agreed to not eat meat 2ce a week to save that money).
Stuff like that...anyway. I agree with the fact that I would be leery of going on meds after a 10 min diagnostic session.
Love you completely and want you to know that- you have our support and prayers!