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Paging Dr. Freud

Yesterday was a rough bonding day, in which I sank into something of a depression, convinced that I was ignoring all kids because I didn’t want to interact with Rory because I was so TIRED (in retrospect, it would have been quite accurate to say I did not want to interact with any kids because I was tired, and poor Rory had nothing to do with it). Anyway, I slumped on my couch, contemplating the impossibility of therapy in a small town where everyone knows one another, and in particular for me, snotty, overeducated and largely unwilling to believe that anyone else knows better than me. I trailed around, cranky and anxious, and finally slept…whereupon I dreamed that someone had left be alone with Sam, Lily, Wyatt and a ticking time bomb.

My subconscious is really not very sub, even when I’m not conscious.

(Panic not, I got over the whole thing,)


3 Responses to “Paging Dr. Freud”

  1. JK says:

    heh. sometimes a ticking time bomb is just a ticking time bomb.

  2. G. Silva says:

    If you consult Freud, he’ll just tell you it’s about sex.

  3. You will get used to it. LOL As soon as you forget about the times you only had 3 .

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