A friend pointed me to the blog Hyperbole and a Half, so I headed over to check it out. The latest blog entry was written in October of last year. The previous stuff is pretty funny, but that last post made me bawl like a baby. So much for my no crying streak.
Adventures in Depression basically goes over her state of depression. I would say that I could've written that, but that would be a lie. She has the ability to make some humor out of it while I do not. But the context is all too familiar. The state of my house proves it, too. I should be cleaning, but I've chosen instead to sit my ass on the floor and blog. We have no desk. And no laptop (I killed the last one 3 days after it was fixed). I have to adjust my feet every few minutes because they keep falling asleep, but I still choose this over cleaning. Not that I like cleaning when I'm not depressed. But I do enjoy a house that doesn't look like a tornado went through it.
I have to leave in 20min to pick up the kids, then it's back home to make dinner.. You know, that meal you're supposed to feed your family. The one I've neglected for too long. (I feed my children, I promise. Not my husband, but I do make sure my kids are fed. It's just not a proper meal.) I promised spaghetti and meatballs tonight. It counts that I bought the stuff to make the meatballs, right? Not sure if we have the spaghetti stuff though, which could be a problem. (No worries, I'm not eating the spaghetti.. I'll have meatballs and veggies.) I shouldn't have promised.
Sometimes I wonder if I should've become a mother. I don't feel that it's fair to my kids to have a mom who can barely keep her head above the water most of the time (figuratively and literally... ha!) But selfishly, I'm glad I have them. As crazy as they make me, I wonder what I would be like if I didn't have them. They make me have to get out of bed each day.
Anyway, instead of cleaning, I think I'm going to go practice standing on my head. Like, literally. You should try it. It's fun.
