- Impossibly long, impossibly hot showers and/or baths
My life just isn't set up for regular and emotionally healthy sex right now. Sporadic at best. I'm more or less okay with that, I'm just saying that it's not particularly an option for making me feel like my head's not about to fall off.
The thing about showers/baths is that when your two-year-old routinely insists on getting in the shower WITH you, they are much, much less relaxing.
Food. Delicious food. Instead of going to the gym or having some "adult" time or maintaining a basic level of hygiene I have been pleasuring myself with food. Mainly guilt food (pizza, chocolate, ice cream, peanut butter).
Alcohol. While drinking does numb and fuzz things a bit, and even at home alone, that can be a relief, I'm a social creature, and drinking alone makes me more lonely, so I generally don't. And remember that bit about the babysitting and the Jenny's all alone in the world with no one on whom she can lean? Yeah, so, not so much.
So, if you can't yet tell, all of this descends into the fact that right now I'm eating myself a second (third?) chin, going to bed at 8 every night and barely dragging myself out again in the mornings. And on the weekends? Well that's what naps are for.
In case I haven't made myself clear, I am right now full of melancholy and tears and dissatisfaction and peanut butter filled pretzels dipped in chocolate.
Luckily, I'm an optimist. I figure things HAVE to get better eventually.