Ugh. No matter what the doctor's say about the depression not being made worse by my monthly cycle, it is making it worse. I'm living it. I know it. For one week a month I become a five headed monster. I spit fire and acid and it is ugly. UGLY. I'm on three different kinds of medication and it does reduce the severity. Perhaps I should a fourth. Like valium. Maybe I could just sleep my way through my period. Wake up looking refreshed. That's not a bad idea. I don't care what they say about booze not helping. I feel like it helps, not to mention mass quantities of chocolate. Thank you Manic Mom, you little gift showed up just in time. The candy barely made it out of the envelope. Dh was too busy being stunned by the consumption to wonder why chocolate arrived in the mail.
Scotch tape is a kid's best friend. I think my son could construct anything from scotch tape and cardboard. It's amazing the things he puts together. Recyclable buildings. They're the wave of the future. Yesterday when I picked him up from school he asked if we had any destruction paper at home. I asked if he meant construction paper. Yes, that's what he wanted. Destruction paper. Oy. That's almost as good as him calling instructions the "constructions". You gotta love it.
La Katie is loving school despite getting in some sort of trouble every single day. You read that right. Every. Single. Day. First it was fighting, then she couldn't sit still, then she fell of a bike, and today she didn't want to go to school at all. It's so much fun. Really it is. Of course now that she's started school I can't wait until she's in first grade and both of the kids will be gone all day long. A full day of freedom is close, I can smell it. LaKatie will be turning the big 5 on October 1st and has decided that she will be having a pink poodle birthday party. The girl has style y'all. I'm telling ya. Black and pink pin stripes and little fluffy pink poodles. I still haven't figured out what I'm going to get her for her birthday. As usual she wants everything.
My fil is doing ok. At the follow up doctor's appointment this week, the doc informed him that they had done all they can and that any future incidents will most likely be the end for fil. Three stints and a pacemaker. Dh is stressed to the breaking point. You can tell that it's wearing on him. Knowing that his dad could die at any moment. Poor guy. I don't know what I'm going to do when his dad actually does die. That is going to be a huge mess.
Is it time to start drinking yet?
Hey, I just noticed something. Paragraphs!!!!! Woot!