Exercise in futility: From March 14. Don't know why I check my law school ranking each year... I just keep hoping it claws its way out of the basement. Instead, its digging.
Sign of the times: From May 23. My mortgage loan servicer sent us a preemptive letter saying 'hey we're filing chap. 11 -- that doesn't mean you can stop paying!'
Its getting old. From June 3: Most common response to "my daughters are 15 months apart" heard at playground yesterday: Was that planned? Second: Bless your soul!
Where's the sugar?. From June 8. First genuine LOL in a week, as seen on facebook: TO DO. Wear shirt that says "Life." Stand on street corner and hand out lemons.
And yesterday, I tweeted my mini-breakdown:
- sitting on the floor of kitchen, crying, completely overwhelmed. Yep, signs I need more sleep. Or maybe to consider returning to meds.
- Ok, have pulled myself together (for the moment). Toddler cuteness ... better than zoloft? I don't know. Did the trick today though.
- (in reply to someone) Its really not the kids (well, maybe the baby accounts for lack of sleep). Overwhelmed by lots of things. Thanks though :-)
Today I am not sure I am feeling much better, but I'm definitely not sitting on the floor crying. It could just be I don't have the luxury to do that. It scares the kids. Well, it would scare Clownfish anyway. It would keep me from doing the things I need to do to get us all through the day. So, I'm back to one foot in front of the other, for now, and trying to minimize my expectations of myself for the time being ... maybe it will keep the overwhelm at bay.