First of all the stupid cat howled outside the bedroom door at 3:00 am this morning. I tried to ignore her for at least 20 minutes, but then I finally did the number one wrong thing to do in this situation. I gave in and got up and followed her downstairs. She was extremely happy and pranced in front of me out of reach - so happy that she got what she wanted. I picked her up by the scruff of her neck - looked her in the eyes and said - "You don't want to wake me up like that anymore". This had no effect on her - she continued to meow loudly. I started researching on the computer what to do to stop your cat from meowing all night, and of course the first thing it says is to not give in to whatever they want. She wanted somebody to get up and entertain her I guess, and I did for a moment. MPH finally got up himself and put her in the bathroom.

I tried to go back to sleep, but by this time I had a wretching tension headache. I did finally go back to sleep but it was almost 5 by then. I usually get up at either 5 or 6. I was almost late to work.

Then at work - Karen started talking about breast cancer and dying. Then my ex-boyfriend called and told me that Mildred died. There's a long story there that's kind of funny. Mildred was kind of a friend of my extended family somehow and the aunt of my friends that I grew up with. Mildred was somewhat of a spinster and kind of a religious freak on top of that. Anyhow in a conversation with Mildred when I first starting seeing my XBF she warned me that I should stay away from him, that he had a "lusting spirit". At first I just stared at her stunned by the words "lusting spirit", then all I could get out was "oh". Obviously I didn't listen to her (but should have). Lusting Spirit are the two most precise apt words that describe the XBF.

Then my ex-husband calls and wants me to write a fake accident report for him so he won't lose his job. He lives on the other side of the country so it's not like I'm talking to or dealing with this guy on a regular basis. I avoid him as much as possible. He's an idiot. He's the guy in high school that always got in trouble and blamed somebody else and never really grew up.

I didn't think this day would ever end, I came home and was telling my daughter what was going on with her dad and then she drops a bombshell on me about her Uncle, which is my ex-brother-in-law. It's weird because out of that whole stupid family he was the only one I found tolerable. Apparently there's something been going on and she's heard that he has molested kids. He lives on the other side of the United States from us - so I don't know what's going on, it's out of sight out of mind - I really don't give a rats ass. I have a feeling that it has to do with the messy divorce he went through a few years ago. I don't want to discredit anything that my kid is telling me, but I'm stunned and I can't take it all in, process it and get something logical to come out of my mouth. I just cautioned her that these things can be accused and you have to be careful because those things can't be undone. He didn't do anything to my kid - I know - she was never alone with him. I asked my kid if she had discussed this with her counselor. She said that she had - and the counselor had some advice for her.

Earlier this summer when we had a meltdown in communication, it really wasn't serious, but I felt that she needed somebody who was a professional in that area to discuss things with. I may pride myself on being rational, normal, mostly problem-free, but what the hell do I know, I'm probably more neurotic than half the people I know. I thought getting my kid a profession in the emotional/though process area to talk to about stuff would be a good investment. I signed her up for 10 sessions with a counselor.

My kid is a wonderful person, and there really isn't anything there that would warrant needing to send her to a counselor, but I guess I was hoping that maybe she could learn some tools to help her deal with the things that rock your world you know. That curve ball that catches you in the side of the head when you least expect it. When your best friend or worse your boyfriend slings a proverbial mental bitchslap on you when you least expect it. .

I asked my kid if she thought all adults were idiots, she said no. You know normally our lives here are so dull, nothing like any of this ever happens, and here so much has happened in just one day. You know actually a lot of this weird stuff started happening when I started this journal . . . isn't that like surreal.

It's like things in my life are happening so that I have more stuff to write about. Hopefully tomorrow won't be as strange as today. It's seems like it's been a day on hallucinogenic drugs or something.