Immobile

Ever have to deal with a toddler who is cranky and crying and who cannot be calmed down and consoled by any means? Food, cuddling, distraction, sleep...nothing works. I remember this from my earlier life as the oldest of seven children.

Well, I am having a much more adult and low-key version of that at the moment. I am ready to jump out of my skin but I cannot for the life of me think of anything that would make me feel better.

Eating? Nah, had breakfast, not hungry.

Sex? Nah, kind of too obviously escapeist. The porn route seems tawdry right now and I would only feel worse, I am sure. And imagining the someone I used to like to get naked with has a kind of cold invisible shield in the middle of it now. A new stranger? Too much work and I know I would not really be into it.

Talk to someone? To say what that they and I have not heard before?

Get up and go for a walk? Simple, but probably the best way. Just move. So, off I go.

I handle this just a little bit better now than I did when I was two. I think.