On a scale of 1 to 10, to day was at least an 8 in the feeling crazy department. I don’t know… I haven’t been sleeping well, I’ve had wicked heartburn, I’ve been wide awake at sleeping times and sleepy at awake times, I’ve felt a little dizzy/lightheaded…
Last night I could no longer tolerate the sensory input of being around my children. Their noise-holes! Were so noisy! The fighting, the mom mom mom MOM’s, the being too wild indoors. Finally I banned everyone upstairs for an early start to bedtime, and dealt with my acidic stomach ALONE.
After that little OUTBURST (wherein I, quite literally, chased the girls upstairs ranting like a lunatic), and this morning waking up feeling like I still couldn’t face them (or anyone)… Hey, just do yourself a favor and don’t google “effects of depression on children”.
I ended up putting a bra on and getting out of the house on a (true story) Flea Market Errand with Beautiful Neighbor, which then inspired me to go downtown to another little antique/2nd hand store with Kate and Joan, which then led us to Tiny Town’s candy store…
The winter air, the great antique find, the toddler waking pink cheeked from a nap and asking about getting our tree? now? mommy? our tree? for Christmas? now?… I’m not sure what turned it around. But now I have a tree, and a rearranged living room, and… well I can’t explain it.
But it’s better.