I have officially moved past utter despair (woe is me) and somewhat into acceptance and action plan mode. This is a big improvement, and I can assure you that my husband is probably the most excited.
Pre-acceptance, I usually cry and pout and think the worst for about the first 24 hours. I know we all have our coping mechanisms for bad news – well here’s mine.
Buy a bunch of dog toys online at Amazon for my non-lame furbabies. Read reviews that include “Woof! I wuffed this toy!” and put too many things in my cart. Tell husband that he’s not allowed to give them the new toys until I get home, “because they’re from Mommy.”
Play Cookie Jam. It’s like Candy Crush, but way better. Trust me on this one. There’s a French panda and he goes “Oooo la la!” and says French sayings to you in a cartoon voice. Very uplifting.
Look at photos on Facebook from the North American National model horse show going on right now. Contemplate how it’s almost impossible for a model horse to go lame, and if they do significantly cheaper and quicker to repair.
Try to remember my co-workers are not horse people. Try to refrain from telling someone, “Now is not a good time to go over the production schedule. I am eating my feelings because my horse is b-u-s-t-e-d.” Say it anyway, because they should know your pain. (This really happened… no, I do not suggest it)
Watch every single Gordon Ramsay show on hulu. How are they so many? Why am I not tired of Gordon Ramsay yelling yet? Why am I eating rice and veggies for dinner instead of beef Wellington? Could I get good enough at cooking to try out for Masterchef while Simon recovers?
That was a summary of my first 24 hours. The acceptance phase is far more constructive… but that’s another post!