Except when it’s not.
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Saturday night I went to a party.
I haven’t been to a party in… forever? Ten forevers? It’s been a while.
And I drank a bit. And I talked with people. And I’d say pretty much NO ONE knew that I’m sick.
And so when I started to get triggered. And triggered. And triggered.
I tried to act cool. Stay calm.
I just kept leaving conversations and finding somewhere else to hang out.
But then the whole party started playing this game, (DRUNK) Table Topics. And the questions themselves were triggering. So when this kid near me, who is not a Toastmaster and has no idea about quietly letting the speaker have the floor, started speaking with me about my twins, I broke all semblance of respect for the speaker or the game and focused only on that conversation.
And when others were trying to shush me, I asked him to join me in the hallway to continue our talk.
So we did.
And I ended up going home around midnight, well later than planned. I slept in. The rest of the weekend was navigating the awesomeness of a hangover plus toddler plus twins plus life.
I thought I was relatively fine.
And then Monday happened.
I got up with the Littles. Got them off to daycare. Normal morning routine.
Nothing to indicate anything was off.