Ellie's teacher sent this to me. I love it - her arms amidst the purple paint craziness. The teacher said that she encouraged the kids to "dig into" the paint and Ellie's the only one who would do it!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Moving or Britney? Which is harder to endure?
I know that I have experienced some major life turmoil and that I probably should focus on getting things in order since I moved over the weekend, but I can't stop worrying about Britney! Ever since she shaved her head, I've been worried sick.
Okay, I've had a major crush on Britney since back in the day (I know, I know) and have always followed her career. Her time with K-Fed almost caused me to lose hope for her, but it was a happy day when she saw the light and dumped his ass. I see her potential, her spunk, her cute butt and I just want the best for her. So, little Britney, get well. Make us proud, girl!
As a side note, moving sucked. It always sucks. I hate it and swear every time that I'll never do it again. But it's done and little Ellie-bug and I have a nice place to call home. If only I could unpack a few more boxes...
Okay, I've had a major crush on Britney since back in the day (I know, I know) and have always followed her career. Her time with K-Fed almost caused me to lose hope for her, but it was a happy day when she saw the light and dumped his ass. I see her potential, her spunk, her cute butt and I just want the best for her. So, little Britney, get well. Make us proud, girl!
As a side note, moving sucked. It always sucks. I hate it and swear every time that I'll never do it again. But it's done and little Ellie-bug and I have a nice place to call home. If only I could unpack a few more boxes...
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Clouds are Lifting?
I have had a tough couple of weeks but today I feel better.
I probably should have predicted that selling the house would have prompted me to feel the finality of the divorce, but I didn't see it coming. Combined with PMS and failure to refill my prescription for Paxil and I had a serious down-in-the-dumps couple of weeks, complete with weeping and wailing (but no gnashing of teeth).
Sometimes I guess I dont' realize the impact of my obvious chemical imbalance. I started taking Paxil about five years ago at my doctor's urging. My depression manifests itself as anxiety, so I was going down the road of some OCD behaviors as I sought to gain greater control over almost everything in my life. After the normal six weeks (or so) uptake period, I got major relief from the anxiety, so Paxil became my friend. I always likened it to the need a diabetic has for insulin - I didn't have enough whatever in my brain, so I took Paxil, which helped. I never understood why someone with depression would ever say, "maybe I'll go off the meds someday."
In my crazy divorce and changes in life, I decided that maybe I could be Paxil-free. So I started messing with my doses (dumb, dumb, dumb) and about two weeks ago, I just "forgot" to refill the prescription, resulting in five days off meds. Dumb, dumb, dumb. The results were obvious. Meltdown City.
But today the cloud has lifted. I think I'm back on track and feeling good - both physically and mentally. I'm excited to move, excited to move forward, excited to be the best mom I can be. Pressing forward.
I probably should have predicted that selling the house would have prompted me to feel the finality of the divorce, but I didn't see it coming. Combined with PMS and failure to refill my prescription for Paxil and I had a serious down-in-the-dumps couple of weeks, complete with weeping and wailing (but no gnashing of teeth).
Sometimes I guess I dont' realize the impact of my obvious chemical imbalance. I started taking Paxil about five years ago at my doctor's urging. My depression manifests itself as anxiety, so I was going down the road of some OCD behaviors as I sought to gain greater control over almost everything in my life. After the normal six weeks (or so) uptake period, I got major relief from the anxiety, so Paxil became my friend. I always likened it to the need a diabetic has for insulin - I didn't have enough whatever in my brain, so I took Paxil, which helped. I never understood why someone with depression would ever say, "maybe I'll go off the meds someday."
In my crazy divorce and changes in life, I decided that maybe I could be Paxil-free. So I started messing with my doses (dumb, dumb, dumb) and about two weeks ago, I just "forgot" to refill the prescription, resulting in five days off meds. Dumb, dumb, dumb. The results were obvious. Meltdown City.
But today the cloud has lifted. I think I'm back on track and feeling good - both physically and mentally. I'm excited to move, excited to move forward, excited to be the best mom I can be. Pressing forward.
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