Life, I Love You, All is Groovy
It has been a week since I clawed my way out of the black hole known as my depression. It has been ten days since I last took a pill. I haven’t felt this good – this normal – in so long that I couldn’t even pinpoint a date for the last time I didn’t want to stay in bed all day.
It hasn’t been the easiest week. Brian was at a study this last weekend and I’m always a little blue when he’s gone. Not because I’m – I hope I’m not, anyway – one of those women who don’t know what to do with themselves when their husbands are gone but because I actually like him and enjoy being with him. (Also “with” him. Wait. TMI?) I only occasionally allow myself a woe-is-me-why-am-I-all-alone pity party. Add to the lack of husband, a baby who is going through one of her non-sleep phases. I can’t figure out what it is exactly that’s causing it although I do have theories:
- She’s finally getting some teeth and they are ALL COMING AT ONCE. That’s right, my little hoosier daughter (still) only has four teeth.
- Growth spurt. The most effective means of getting her back to sleep is giving her a snack. We’ve alternated between nursing and giving her a bit of yogurt. Both seem to work. Perhaps she is hungry.
- She’s hit a developmental milestone and pretty soon she will be speaking in complete sentences. (HA!)
In spite of all this, however, I have been doing really, really, really (seriously, really) good.
I hit a bit of a wall yesterday afternoon when, after four days of not taking a nap myself, I finally crashed and slept on the couch for an hour while Lorelei was napping. Other than that, I have been amazingly productive. I CLEANED ALL THE THINGS! The kitchen went from looking like someone had thrown up on the counters to sparkling. I vacuumed the sofa and papasan chair in the living room and rearranged the furniture. I have made the bed every single day.
(Side note: Say what you will about the futility of it, but I prefer sliding between the sheets of a made bed. I don’t have to spend time tugging at the covers until they are approximately even. It also saves the husband and I from the “NO! You stole all the blankets!” argument.)
The baby’s room is picked up. The DVD binders – yep, I’m lame and put them in binders rather than having to buy yet another DVD tower – have been put somewhere that Lorelei will not pull them out and remove all the discs. I rearranged the desk.
I almost don’t even recognize this person. Is this what I was like before the days of wanting to sleep all the time and needing to be medicated?
So, I may have hit a wall but then I blew that EM EFFER UP! Still feeling good.
*Bonus points to you if you know the name of the song I got today’s title from.