Amy's Confession...

They say confession is GOOD for the soul, of course THEY didn't say whose SOUL it's good for. So, for the benefit and good of BOTH our souls, I am making a FULL confession. "I, (deep breath) have been seeing a therapist." I know, I know. You are probably wondering why a GIRL like me (who is so amazingly ORGANIZED, incredibly well put together and TOTALLY on top of things) NEEDS a therapist. My answer... "well, DUH! The therapy must be working."

If I am going to be completely HONEST in my confession, I will tell you that I HAVE been using a therapist for several YEARS. But it wasn't until this PAST April that I saw my therapist in a whole NEW light. Although he is a little ROUGH around the edges and not much to LOOK at, I absolutely ADORE him. (Now, before you get too WORRIED, I should tell you that my hubby KNOWS about the therapist, however, I doubt he REALIZES I have started really SEEING him.)

Our WEEKLY therapy sessions are usually scheduled for Tuesdays (hubby at YM), but because of the UNEXPECTED change in the weather, it was postponed... UNTIL I scheduled an emergency session THURSDAY night. The session BEGAN kind of slow, they always do. I have a NICE, cushioned "couch" from which I perch (too uncomfortable to recline) and during OUR hour and a half session released ALL thoughts, problems and burdens FROM the previous week. My therapist listens with GREAT patience and never interrupts, except to HUM in thought and encouragement. After about 15 minutes of INTENSE therapy, we have to stop so I can EMPTY my "baggage" into the GARBAGE can (therapy activity.) I can literally feel the WEIGHT being lifted off my shoulders every time I DO this. It's like THROWING my stress away!!

That night, the session STARTED with this question, "Is it indicative (therapy word) of a BAD day when you BATHE your daughter with a wet wipe, BEFORE sending her to preschool?" After asking that it was all DOWN hill from there. He listened patiently as I began my epilogue of the day's EVENTS -- from the three hours worth of ERRANDS, to the three hours of school carnival STUFF, to the three hours of chauffeuring KIDS -- from the lack of housework, vanishing emotionally stability and absence of dinner (what did my kids eat anyway?)

I won't go into DETAIL (I'm not sure you could handle it and I can't be responsible for putting you into therapy) but the CLIMAX of my bad day happened while I was HAND writing reminders to over 100 school carnival volunteers. Although it took MORE time, I thought it a good idea to attach a treat to EACH reminder, so that the school children would be sure to SHOW the reminder to their parents with hopes that they get the TREAT (a little trick I learned from therapy.) The treat was a piece of GUM, you know the kind that is only good for a MINUTE. Without thinking (I do that alot, hence the therapy) I popped ONE into my mouth and proceeded to chew. After an HOUR I suddenly felt something hard in my gum and KNEW instantly that something was dreadfully wrong. Upon investigation I DISCOVERED that the "something hard" was part of my TOOTH. My bottom left molar, to be exact, was now sporting a nice hole. I was absolutely HORRIFIED and immediately called my dentist and scheduled an appointment for the NEXT morning. Needless to say, I had a SLEEPLESS night filled with nightmares of immense PAIN, root canals and tooth extractions.

First thing the next MORNING, I asked this question, "Is it indicative of a BAD day if you have an EMERGENCY dental appointment FIRST thing in the morning?" Although the answer to this was a definite YES, (I spent the rest of the morning in a freeway traffic jam, talked all day with a funny lisp and by late afternoon had bitten a chunk out of my numb lip - shortened version) I am a HALF glass FULL type of girl. So looking on the BRIGHT side of things... my talented dentist not only CALMED my fears and ensured the LACK of pain, he repaired my tooth to its PERFECT previous state. I think I have found ANOTHER therapist.

So on Thursday NIGHT, after talking about the past few DAYS with my therapist and "dumping" all my stress AND worries... I felt revived, COMPLETE and truly wonderful. Another successful THERAPY session. Before the session ended, I took a picture of my AMAZING therapist when he wasn't looking. Click HERE to see him. Isn't he such a HUNK! I know you are dying to SCHEDULE a therapy session. I don't mind sharing HIM with close family and friends, when he has an OPEN session available. Of course he only makes LOCAL house calls (very convenient) and his PRICE is very reasonable (about the same as the going rate of 2 gallons of premium gasoline.) I highly RECOMMEND his type of therapy. We are currently SEARCHING for modification options that will allow him to help PLOW through trials and stress ALL winter long. We'll keep you POSTED.

As part of my RECOVERY from the stress of this past week, I have scheduled the following for NEXT week... a pedicure, luncheon dates with FRIENDS (still have more dates available), a visit to the day SPA (for a much needed eyebrow wax), a hair cut and a shopping SPREE (of course it's only for the weekly groceries but this time I am going WITHOUT a list). Of course, I will be spending hours blogging WITH all of you, the BEST therapy possible. It's going to be a FUN week!