Went on annual trip to take photographs. Had minimal tolerance for children (okay, child) being nasty to siblings. Handled it in a super-mature way: I rolled my eyes and walked away. A classic, but sometimes you gotta go with the classics. They stick around for a reason.
I was tired, but not extraordinarily so. It was hot, but not beastly.
Then I came home and puttered around until the phone rang. And I thought "Crap. It's September 31."
I needed to be at a meeting.
So I ran to said meeting, reconnected with a friend, marvelled at the many great accomplishments she has made (incrimentally so that she hadn't noticed) and came home to stay up a wee bit too late and watch Dr. Who.
Then I had trouble getting to sleep. Up until 1:00 am. Daughter had trouble sleeping too... up crying.
I did not wake up until well after 9:00 am the following morning (backdated post).
Grateful Crap: having a supportive faith community
meds in morning: venlafaxine 150 mg; bupropion 450 mg
meds in evening: lamotrigine 25mg... nearing the end of week one on the entry dose
drank a lot of water
(I did chug a bunch of caffeine, which may have contributed to my trouble sleeping)
Quaker, teacher, parent,