Feeling ok: Check.
Getting a few bits done: Check.
Cathartic Blog post written :Good.
Quickly posted just in time to go pick kids up: Cool
Realising you just posted to wrong blog, which is not so annonymous and has automatically anounced post to all and sundry via facebook: arrghhhhhh. Paniced latemaking attempts at removing fb status and blog post follow. Double check, it’s worked, phew.
Calm eventually restored once tired children have stopped screaming.
Feeling confident? Time to copy and repost to correct blog.
WRONG. Misposted again, early evening, when my connection goes slow sue to heavy traffic and lots of people I know are on fb. Treble arrgh, complete panic, kids bedtime on hold whilst I sort it out.
Eventually sorted out ok, kids asleep (for now), avoidence tactic employed then 3rd cautious attempt at post went ok.
But me? Not so good now. Back to Communication Shutdown, which I wrote about here
This evening not good. Straight from “normal” to commincation shutdown. I could almost feel a big heavy commercial freezer type door swinging shut in my head. The lights may be on but I’m not home. No interim, no warning, no anxiety, just shut myself away and gone onto standby. I need to talk to long suffering other half, ask for help, a hug, something, anything, but whilst the small rational part of my brain is jumping up and down screaming at my mouth to open the cord has been pulled.#howtocommunicatetroublecommunicating