It's that time of the week where the depression hits me ferociously. I feel like a bad mother, a bad person. I'm sunk into this pit of despair and I'm having a hard time pulling out of it. I just put Matthew down for a nap and now I feel like crawling under a rock and just staying there. Instead I'm sitting on the couch in what sunlight I can, typing out how I feel. I feel like tanning again, meds be damned.
My house desperately needs to be cleaned. There's so much I wanted to do while Matthew was gone last week, and I got none of it done. I really could've had him gone for another week easily without feeling guilty about it. I guess I'm just going to assign chores to the kids so that things get done that need to be done.
On the plus side, the cats are getting along better. Ow has made his way upstairs. Jasper is currently in the living room letting Ow play with him (with a minimum of hissing). It took awhile, but it's happened - they're getting along! And the dogs no longer want to eat Ow, so that's always a positive.
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