Pull Your Socks Up

This is Fruitycake The Raccoon. It was a very long day yesterday. We drove and we drove and we drove to that Florida place. Everything was going good until we got about 5 miles from where we were to stay. Except that actually, things weren’t going good for me in the back seat way before that.

I have allergies. Yes. You know that. But I also get anxiety too. Call me a bucket of fruity booty nerves sometimes. And when I get nervous, I chew my feet. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. And when I try to stop I think about doing it again. But the persons tell me I’m hurting myself. The persons tell me to stop. And I won’t. So then I get the socks on. Four socks. I do not like the socks.

And I try to take off the socks. Then the persons pull up the socks. And well, you can picture my dilemma. I don’t want the socks on. I would rather chew the paws.

So when we were driving all of those hours yesterday, I had a lot of time to chew and a lot of time to hide my chewing. Girl Person couldn’t see me in the back seat. And Boy Person was driving. And yet, they kept trying to keep an eye on me. To make sure I didn’t take off the socks. But that’s like telling me not to grumble. It’s useless.

Then I heard Boy Personn tell Girl Person they had to do something. That I was gonna eat my feet.

So Girl Person said it was time to pull over.

And Boy Person looked at me in the mirror and said, if we have to pull this car over, you’re in trouble. And I straightened up. But it was too late to pull the socks up.

Girl Person opened the door, pulled up my socks and wrapped some bandages around them. And that was that. I had lost the sock battle with a few more hours of driving.

And that’s when Slow Ride the car took over. Yeah, apparently she would be a trouble maker too. And the rest of the tires started shaking. Rattling. Rolling.

When you’ve had a hard day, a hard week, a hard year, or a hard life you have one of two choices. Chew up your feet or pull your socks up. If you don’t work thru the anxiety and the problems, you’re gonna pull over. You’re gonna break down. But you don’t have to do it alone. No. You don’t.

When any of us needs help, sometimes we are our own worst enemy. We tell ourselves we can’t when we can. We take off the socks and give up. Now is not that time for us. It’s time to pull up our socks to get things ready for that Italy place.

It’s not going to be easy. We are going to need help. And encouragement.

But my socks are pulled up. Let’s do this!

Fruitycake The Raccoon

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