A funny thing about anti-depressants…
Crazy thing…medication works better when you actually take it!
Despite being on the Lexepro for about five months now, I’m still not used to taking a pill in the morning, and lately, I haven’t realized I forgot my medicine until well after noon–at which point taking it would severely disrupt my sleep and digestive system, so I won’t take it for that day–and when that happens for several days in a row, especally when I’m feeling an inordinate amount of external stress, well…
So, I’ve remembered my medicine enough days in a row to have gotten it built back up in my system, and while the stress is still there, it doesn’t feel overwhelming to the point where I can’t do anything. I’m actually in a good mood today.
Sis came down to retrieve a toy that G had left at my house. I’m afraid that kid is going to think that I’m stealing his toys–I talked to him about it, but because I used words like “besmirched” and “misaligned” I don’t know if he understood–I just remember when I was his age liking it when grown-ups talked to me like a grown up. Sis assured me that they had had a conversation about being responsible for toys on the way down, using vocabulary more appropriate for a three year old.
One of the things that G loves to do at my house is to go with me when I take Max and Lulu for a walk. The enjoyment of this is fully limited to those of us who only need two feet to walk. Still, G showed Max a fire hydrant he needed to pee on (without demonstrating, thankfully) and we went to the jungle and heard a rooster. Really–just ask G.
I was able to do some shopping with my sister–amazingly, I was able to just stick with the groceries I needed. While wandering through the produce section, I told Sis about one of my favorite dishes–potatoes and onions sliced then boiled together, then you eat them with ketchup.
Sis laughed, and said it sounded like I was Canadian. I countered that it sounded like I was poor. G heard this exchange and said “Mommy, be nice to your sister.”
So, for those of you following along at home, it’s not nice to call someone “Canadian”.
I’ve actually managed to get some writing done today–I think I’ve figured out how I want my main characters to meet. Again, I’ve reached the “wait and see” stage. I don’t know if it’s any good.
So, yeah–overall, It’s been a good day, minus the mystery smell that I can’t locate the source of.
For once, I don’t think it’s the dogs.