This post is a whole lot of word vomit, with no rhyme or reason. So don't feel obligated to read it. Okay... Now here is a cute picture of some chubby legs.
We recently got home from a short trip to Cooltown. My nephew G turned 11 today and they had a small get-together for him. It was a perfect excuse to visit with my family.
I started off yesterday feeling really depressed. And as usual while I was there, I was fine. But now I'm home and those dark feelings and fears are back full force.
I am thankful that my depression is mild. Sure I could take meds and not feel this way, but I like feeling good and am afraid I would feel numb instead. I also think that having this sort of depression is NORMAL. One can't be happy all of the time, can one?
Maybe it just makes me feel better to think that I am normal.
Tonight my niece is staying over. "My first sleep-over" she keeps telling me. Its so cute both she and Gwennie are super excited about it. But Gwennie is being a total brat, too. She didn't sleep well the past few nights, so she needs sleep. I suppose it isn't happening tonight.
I want to go to sleep or at least go to bed and read. But also I want to write. I have a few errands that I needed to run on the way home today, but none of them were finished. I need to take Gwennie's vaccination record to the school. I also need to pick up Will's dress shirts from the laundry. We've decided that having them pressed is worthwhile. Will can iron his own shirts but it takes a long time. I, on the other hand, suck at ironing. Its just not a skill I have acquired. I know... practice... practice... bla bla bla.