DH has been putting in long hrs at work, he's a nursing supervisor, picking up hrs on 2cd shift. We're used to his 8 hrs, its been 12-14 all week and I am struggling with our 3 kiddos by myself, been feeling like a single mom lol (dont know how you guys do it). They were really bad today, fighting with each other, making messes I couldnt keep up with, carrying on running through the house, and for some reason, they just do not listen to me as well as their father. I think they just think they can walk all over Mommy since Daddy's been gone all week. So thats one part of the horrible day. Six more weeks till 2 are back in school? Cant wait, is that horrible of me?
I didnt get much done today, stayed up way too late last night, trying to find someone who would board our mean dog so we could go to the beach with my MIL who has been battling Pancreatic Cancer for a year. No one wants to take care of a mean dog, can;t blame them though, so there goes our trip
So Icouldnt get out of bed till 9, (at least one plus from the kids not going to sleep when they were supposed to last night is that they slept later), I slept through the alarm AGAIN. So I dragged myself around all day, managed to get the dishes and laundry done but that was about it, leftovers for dinner, thank God I didnt have to cook. Sooo, I felt horrible that I wasnt moer productive after my semi-ok day yesterday. And my younger sister and I were arguing through text messaging over something stupid, both equally guilty of not letting it go. We dont fight often but when we do it takes a few days to make up, so I feel really bad about that, she's my best friend.
Oh and money troubles, as usual, books for my first clinical semester cant come out of financial aid so that $800 we have to somehow scrounge up, ugh. If I wasnt so blah I could deal with all the issue, take it on the chin, thats not possible this time though.
Anyway, I am totally just rambling so you guys dont really have to read this, it just feels good to let it out. This whole episode since coming off of WB (well it really started weeks before I decided to stop taking it, I think it pooped out on me and doc cant up the dose) is getting bad. It is starting to rival the episode I had my when son's father left me for another woman while we were in the midst of planning our wedding (the other woman left him last yr, thats a funny story Ill have to share it sometime, FYI my DH is way better for me and Im much happier in this relationship). But at least then I had a reason to be depressed, I was heart broken. This time, there is no reason, just cant seem to pull myself out of it. I have no steam and find myself zoning out and even not eating when Im hungry, I just dont feel like preparing any food. And I know it's bad if that's the case since I am usually a binger. . .
I have a doc app in 2 weeks, thinking of trying to get in sooner, thought I could tough it out until then but today I just felt so horrible that I dont think i'll be able to. I have been contemplating the psychiatrist thing, does anyone have an idea of how long it takes to get into see a doc like that? I just gotta get this under control in the next 5 weeks, cant really care for patients if I cant care for myself
Thanks to anyone who had enough spare time on their hands to listen.PS I was never a big poster but I am now finding it therapeutic however, as you guys get to know you'll realize Im a talker (or writer in this case) lol All my posts will probably be long and you'll learn to avoid clicking on my threads



I appreciate the support. It put a smile on my face to see that you guys were listening. My hubby, when we first started dating (I was a month shy of my 20th bday with only one child who was about to hit the big 01) asked me what my dream job was. At the time I was struggling working the night shift as a CNA in a LTC home and watching my infant son during the day. . . really hard, I got NO sleep. And I responded with "I'd like to be a stay ay home Mom" and then proceeded to list all the great things about that career. Now, every time I mention that I miss working or that the kids arent listening or something, he feels the need to remind me that I have my "dream job". . .all in good fun of course. He hates his job and if we could financially handle the switch we would, but I couldnt even make in a month what he brings home on one paycheck. I had the idea once upon a time to do the home daycare thing but after a while I learned that I dont think think I could handle more than my own 3 children. More power to ya alaskanlaughter lol. And yes, next week when I order the rest of my nursing books Im going to look for the one you recommended, theox, and sneak it in the order, hehe