I missed the Symphony. Three hours sitting in a concert hall. $75.00 dollars down the drain.
I missed the Company Christmas party. Dinner at 8PM at a fancy restaurant with dancing to follow (right, that'll happen!). Distance to travel? One hour.
I declined my son's offer of dinner at a swanky and expensive restaurant. Reservations were for 8PM. Distance to travel? One hour.
I had a couple of "good" weeks and got complacent. I thought it might be okay to actually PLAN something OUTRAGEOUS like going to the Symphony. How silly of me.
My employers, who only know the basic essentials of my gut problems, really don't grasp the enormity of the situation and really can't understand why dining at 8 in the evening and then having to drive an hour to get home might cause me some stress.
My son, who certainly knows the situation well, (after all, I raised him), decides to give me a Christmas gift of dining out. I thought he was pretty clear on how I feel about eating in restaurants, especially those that are 50 miles away from my home. And how crappy do I feel that I had to decline the offer? Worst mother ever, right?
So, I'm having a pity party. You are all invited.