This is me (usually).
This is me on camp.
Seriously, every time I go to camp I’m completely useless when I come home. The moms think it’s great, but Tank thinks I have a problem. I tried to play it off as narcolepsy, maybe a sleep disorder, but he’s not buying it. He knows. I’m addicted. I’m addicted to fun.
It’s totally embarrassing. If I pull a long shift at camp I can’t even stay up to watch my nighttime stories, and tonight is just another example of that. I waited all week for The Voice and before it’s even a glimmer on my TV screen I can barely keep my eyes open.
I guess I’m going to have to work on being a less fun girl. It might not be possible – but I’m going to try. I don’t think I could handle cutting down on my days at camp – I’d go through an ugly withdraw and would most likely start lashing out at my loved ones.
I’m home tomorrow for a rest day, so I may look up some outpatient treatment centers so that I can start to face my addiction slowly and steadily.
Stay cool my babies,