I just haven't felt like blogging. First, I was pretty darn depressed for a while. I mean, I went off those additional medications that were, in fact, helping the depression even as they were screwing up everything else. That has lifted. In fact, I'm not taking any meds at all. Flying without a net. Doing okay. It's crazier than being crazy.
Then the computer and Internet access were all jacked up. I just do not have patience for that crap. So, I got used to no computer time. I've been reading.
Summer has been going great, but today was about it. All three kids were crying when swim lessons were over. And I still took them to the library. When Claire stopped in the middle of the parking lot at the library, with a car coming, whining that her legs were "too weak" to keep walking, I felt a small something burst in my brain. That. Is. It. My kids are ridiculous. Ask Sarah, she was there for swimming lessons. Anyway, I get frustrated b/c my kids get so worked up over, let's face it, stupid stuff, and I do not want to get onto them for having feelings, even if I don't like them. But, like I said, something burst. I told my kids to suck it up. Actually, what I said was, "Y'all best get yourselves together now. No talking, take deep breaths, and stop all this fussing mess." I really don't want them to think it isn't okay to get upset. But, guess what, sometimes it ISN'T OKAY. Get over it. I don't care.
They are all in bed now. Claire came down to fuss just once. Oh, but it made me so mad b/c she was fussing w/o talking. THE WORST. Use words, peeps. All my kids do this. They whimper and point and are mute. Hell, no. TALK. There are going to be some new standards around here. If you have a problem, speak it. Or get out of my face. You have ONE chance to obey me, and then it is curtains. No more counting to three. ONE.
Other than that, I'm good.
