Again, my meds have been changed. Again, I am going through a rough patch with my depression. Again, I am frustrated with this whole thing and just want to be NORMAL for a change.
I cleaned my apt on Thursday. Really cleaned it. I scrubbed the bathrooms, did all the dishes, cleaned out the fridge, I REALLY CLEANED. The house is a pit again today.
Little Sprout has a total obsession with all things ducky. She wants nothing to do with any toys but her rubber ducks that take baths with her. Next thing you know, she will begin resembling Ernie from Sesame Street. If she turns orange, I'm outa here.
Little Sprout has also discovered how to get around the chair we use as a gate to block her into her "safe zone". Little booger.
Big Sprout and Pip are nearly inseperable right now. Pip even gave Big Sprout these shoes.
Don't they look like the kind of thing every 8 yr old should have? Actually, Big Sprout loves them, and who am I to say she can't have them? At least until she breaks her ankle or something.
I think I will just crawl into bed and come out sometime around the turn of the next century.