I slept 10 hours last night-only interrupted around 830 am by rain which was a LOVELY sound…only to have Monkey promptly closed all the windows and a wet dog plopped at my feet. The next thing I know, it’s 1130 and my parents are home. It was one of those wake ups with a blanket wrapped around your head going “Huh? What? Who?” I was up long enough to eat yogurt and granola, have mom rub the hellacious knot out of my shoulder, then lay back down at 1 ish for a nap-which lasted 4 glorious hours! I did manage to take the clothes from the washer and put them in the dryer, where they are still at, wrinkled to hell, and a load in the washer that I’ve yet to spin out again. Fuckit. I managed to load the dishwasher too. Now? I’m lying in bed, prying my eyes open with toothpicks so I don’t come across as a “neglectful parent”-in which case I am because I let my kids be adventurous and learn. Shame on me. No helicopter parenting here-fuck that shit. I need my down time, quiet time, alone time. My daughter sounds like a megaphone when she talks, which means I’m getting a little-a lot sensitive to noise again.
I went back on the Celexa. The withdrawal was too much, and I started to get paranoid that people were talking about me. Wtf?? So, I will deal with the itching if it means I can have a bit of calm. Today it’s my legs and ankles that itch-like when you wear a pair of socks too long. It’s not bothersome or annoying-yet-it just is.
I had the husband over to talk to the kids about their stank ass attitudes and mouthiness. I told him I’m fed the fuck up, and they’re about to spend 2 weeks with him. They all gaped at me. This mama bear ain’t playin around right now. He’s taking a half day and we are all going to the State Fair for $2 Tuesday-$2 admission (normally $12) and select $2 food. YAAAASSSS!!!!! I got a smores milkshake the other day and it totally hit the spot. I can’t wait. We weren’t able to go the last couple of years-work schedules and then the shitstorm of 2014. So I’m excited, the kids are excited, and I think the husband is a bit too to spend time with the kids. Baby steps.
It’s 915 and I could fall asleep. I think I shall. Zzzzzzzzzz