Emotionally, I'm just a damn wreck.
My kid is overweight and lazy and I don't know what to do about it, because I have little to no motivation myself. Forcing her to do things doesn't seem to do much good, no more than any other approach.
My biggest fear -- my kid ending up like me -- seems to be coming true.
Anyway, my old hs friend is throwing a party today, and I may be the only coworker coming. My daughter and I will know very few people, and social situations like that rarely end well for me. Maybe that's the impetus behind all the crappy feelings. I took her to a school skating party where at least I had the blessed diversion of loud noises and low lightning under which to hide.
This party is going to be a wide open display of how fat and socially retarded we are.
And then there's tomorrow, some stupid pot luck Girl Scout church thing my parents are coming to.
Can I ever not be a curmudgeon? Is it mercurial? Perhaps last month or last week or ten minutes ago I'd have been thrilled to attend? What does it even have to do with me, it's my friends party for chrissakes.
Fuck.
