Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Days are getting shorter.
So is my temper.
So is my patience.
I hate it.
I feel uncomfortable in my skin. I feel like my meds are worthless, even though I've been sure to take them every day. I feel exhausted and melancholy. Is it because 2 years of interrupted sleep are wearing me down or is it my dear old monster come back to haunt?
I'm in a study, using mindfulness methods to help curb depression. Go figure that I'd start downward just as soon as I enroll. My first session is tonight. We'll see how it goes.
I feel like I never finish anything. There aren't enough hours in the day. I went through 3 different cardigans today before I finally picked one.
I hope I didn't curse my children with this.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
To be fair, C took this picture, but I love it so I'm sharing it anyway.
In Night-Weaning News:
L came to bed with us at about 2 or 3, but again, this was the first (only?) waking she had. I just was too damn tired to stay up and nurse her. She slept peacefully and nicely while she was in bed with me, though, so it was nice and snuggly and sweet. She did nurse a good bit, but I still think we're making progress.