Well, let’s see. I think I am turning into a Type A personality type and I don’t think I like that. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m weaning from my anti-Ds (my new term for anti-depressants), or because I am now taking that other medication.
But, last night, I found myself scrubbing the faucets in the house with that CLR stuff to get rid of mung. At like 8 p.m. on a Saturday night. It was just something I felt like I HAD to do, some OCD type of thing, and that I couldn’t calm down until all the faucets in the house were done.
And I had a complete “two-year-old-toddler-esque” meltdown Saturday. First, I woke up all great and happy (BUT AT 6 AM!)… that’s another story. I am waking up at 6:00 and actually BEING up for the day. It happened yesterday and again this morning I woke up earlier than my normal weekend-9:45-wake-up!
So, Saturday, I went for a power walk, it was beautiful outside, I was in such a GREAT mood, then I got home and BAM!! I can’t even tell you what happened other than there has got to be some little switch in my head that has got a glitch in it, like a wire or something, and right now, as I’m trying to explain this to you, the GD ice cream man’s music is BLARING and kids are screaming, and I can’t figure out the word to use when there’s something wrong with a wire and it sparks or trips or something and just thinking of this is making me almost ready to have a meltdown and SHUTTHE-EFF-UP YOU STUPID ICE CREAM MAN TRUCK!
Phew. He’s gone.
See, that’s the kind of stuff that’s happening to me. It can’t be normal. And then I wonder, “OK is this the ‘new’ me, or is this the ‘old’ me coming back since the old me has been medicated for so long, and do I want me to be new or old, and which way is better, and why am I acting like this?"
On another note (see, I think I’m becoming ADD now too because I can’t keep a single thought in place), it was a weekend full of sports, and I think I’m becoming a soccer mom! Tukey had his first games, and you all know I am not the bragging mom type when it comes to my kids (really, I don’t think I am, but maybe I am. If you’re a bragging mom, do you know you’re a bragging mom, or not?)… but Tukey is an awesome little soccer dude, and he scored one goal yesterday, and was goalie and he STOPPED one goal too. Then TODAY, he made TWO goals. I usually don’t feel my heart swell over my kids, but it really did swell. With pride. Or maybe it’s this new medication that’s making my heart swell! (KIDDING MOM! Don’t worry, I won’t have a heart attack!)
So, the new med seems OK. I don’t think I’m having as many cravings, except for the fact that I want to work out. And get more sleep. But I’m itching lately, like my fingers in the middle of the night for no reason, and I even googled Itch Mites since there was a breakout here just recently, but I don’t have any…
OK, Mr. Manic is singing: Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. I love my wifey, she’s so good to me while he is heating up his leftovers from his birthday celebration dinner last night. I think he’s thinking that if I hear him singing so cute that I might just give him another little birthday present later.
But who knows? With the way my mind is working, I might freak out at a minute’s notice and pull a
Lorena Bobbit on him. That would not make a happy birthday present, now would it?
OK, add to the fact that the damn link is NOT working and I have no idea why it's not working and I COULD JUST FREAKING SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S... OK I found one that works: Lorena Bobbit so now I don't have to go all crazy on anyone. And honey doesn't deserve the old Lorena Bobbit treatment anyway; I love him too much.