It's only been 8 days?
I don't know if it's because I've torn the house apart and put NOTHING back together, or because I am feeling so crummy, or because the week has just felt like it's dragging even as busy as I've kept myself, but really?? Only 8 days??
It's 1:48pm right now, and I haven't left my bedroom all day. No, I'm not feeling depressed or anything...I'm just exhausted. 2 days of running errands and non-stop up and down doing things in & out of the house finally caught up to me around 11 last night. I spent an hour deciding if I was starting a panic attach before I got up & took my medicine for panic. The one thing I've avoided in the last 8 days was taking my medicine to prevent the panic attacks. I did great after Ian & Owen and think I maybe took it twice before I got pregnant with Maddox. I know for sure one day was the day of their funeral. But anyway, 11-12:30 last night was an interesting time in my head. But I finally fell asleep and just haven't been able to muster the energy today to do anything but make some phone calls that needed to be made.
My house is a disaster. I've started projects on just about everything. Kitchen cabinets are being re-arranged, which is rediculous considering we just moved in a year ago and everything was fine where it was. I still haven't finished the closet in our bedroom, I've got 5 baskets and 8 piles of clothes sitting in our bedroom floor.
I think I've worried the poor dog to death-we spent a morning @ the vet this week...and she's been asleep just about ever since. She doesn't leave my side. If I get up to go to the bathroom, go get water, or walk to the closet, she's on my heels.
Maybe having the boys here with me this weekend will motivate me to finish at least 2-3 of my "projects".
I don't know if it's because I've torn the house apart and put NOTHING back together, or because I am feeling so crummy, or because the week has just felt like it's dragging even as busy as I've kept myself, but really?? Only 8 days??
It's 1:48pm right now, and I haven't left my bedroom all day. No, I'm not feeling depressed or anything...I'm just exhausted. 2 days of running errands and non-stop up and down doing things in & out of the house finally caught up to me around 11 last night. I spent an hour deciding if I was starting a panic attach before I got up & took my medicine for panic. The one thing I've avoided in the last 8 days was taking my medicine to prevent the panic attacks. I did great after Ian & Owen and think I maybe took it twice before I got pregnant with Maddox. I know for sure one day was the day of their funeral. But anyway, 11-12:30 last night was an interesting time in my head. But I finally fell asleep and just haven't been able to muster the energy today to do anything but make some phone calls that needed to be made.
My house is a disaster. I've started projects on just about everything. Kitchen cabinets are being re-arranged, which is rediculous considering we just moved in a year ago and everything was fine where it was. I still haven't finished the closet in our bedroom, I've got 5 baskets and 8 piles of clothes sitting in our bedroom floor.
I think I've worried the poor dog to death-we spent a morning @ the vet this week...and she's been asleep just about ever since. She doesn't leave my side. If I get up to go to the bathroom, go get water, or walk to the closet, she's on my heels.
Maybe having the boys here with me this weekend will motivate me to finish at least 2-3 of my "projects".
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