Tired, tired, and more tired.
Tim got back to town, and I got to sleep in for one wonderful morning. This was the last week of "school" at Emma and Theo's preschool. (They do attend throughout the summer, but it's just fun, campy type stuff, not as much time in the classroom), and it's been HECTIC! I've been helping out a good friend who's going through the worst divorce ever (totally tops mine). I'm not sleeping, and when I do fall asleep, I wake up when Tim gets home (at 1:00 am or later) and can't fall asleep until about 5:00, and then Theo's up, so I'm still not sleeping.
Today was the big pre-school end of the year show and graduation. It was adorable! I'm so screwed. Emma is so going to be an actress. On a side note, she's BEGGING us to take her to see the show "Wicked". She knows the soundtrack backwards and forwards. We're debating. There are some "scary" moments, so we'll see. Anyway, Theo was the 1'st "Green & Speckled Frog" in the show today. He's been practicing for months. He even got to be in one of the "big kid's" numbers because he had been doing it on the sidelines. He was so excited about it. Anyway, about 3:00am he comes running into my room, crying that he'd just "Pit up!" So, I got to go be with him and catch his vomit on towels until about 5:15. Ugh. He woke up seeming fine, kept down water and a light breakfast, so off we went. He had a blast, the show was fantastic, and all was well. He woke up from his nap, however, with a 103 degree fever. Poor kid. At least THAT I can moderate easily.
And I've come to the conclusion that I need to see a psychiatrist. I'm pretty severely depressed, and I need to do things right this time. I've gotten the name of a good one, and am hoping to get in early next week. Then a little therapy, and I should be on my way to getting better. It's becoming really debilitating, and I'm sinking pretty fast.
So, I'm hopeful that in the next few weeks, my posts will be all about how much energy I have, how I'm in control of my anger, no more road rage, how my patience is that of a saint, how great my life is, how happy I am, how I LOVE housekeeping...well, that might be a bit TOO optimistic, but if they DID have a pill that made you fall in love with doing the chores, I'd SO be on that.
Today was the big pre-school end of the year show and graduation. It was adorable! I'm so screwed. Emma is so going to be an actress. On a side note, she's BEGGING us to take her to see the show "Wicked". She knows the soundtrack backwards and forwards. We're debating. There are some "scary" moments, so we'll see. Anyway, Theo was the 1'st "Green & Speckled Frog" in the show today. He's been practicing for months. He even got to be in one of the "big kid's" numbers because he had been doing it on the sidelines. He was so excited about it. Anyway, about 3:00am he comes running into my room, crying that he'd just "Pit up!" So, I got to go be with him and catch his vomit on towels until about 5:15. Ugh. He woke up seeming fine, kept down water and a light breakfast, so off we went. He had a blast, the show was fantastic, and all was well. He woke up from his nap, however, with a 103 degree fever. Poor kid. At least THAT I can moderate easily.
And I've come to the conclusion that I need to see a psychiatrist. I'm pretty severely depressed, and I need to do things right this time. I've gotten the name of a good one, and am hoping to get in early next week. Then a little therapy, and I should be on my way to getting better. It's becoming really debilitating, and I'm sinking pretty fast.
So, I'm hopeful that in the next few weeks, my posts will be all about how much energy I have, how I'm in control of my anger, no more road rage, how my patience is that of a saint, how great my life is, how happy I am, how I LOVE housekeeping...well, that might be a bit TOO optimistic, but if they DID have a pill that made you fall in love with doing the chores, I'd SO be on that.
posted by Ramblings of a crazed SAHM at 5:53 PM
1 Comments:
Oh Kelley, it pains me to know you're sinking! I'm glad you are going to get help. If you find your treatment can help you with the patience of a saint, let me know - I'm not depressed, and I am annoyed by my family like 75% of the time! :) I love you!
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