My mom left this morning. It was really nice to have her here with us this past week, and it wasn't as hard to see her go like it was the last time. That's an indication that I'm getting better. The increase in prozac must be working. Of course, my mom left and the whole house fell to shit. Nobody really kept a close eye on Matthew all day so he got to do pretty much whatever he wanted. He played in the sink and emptied out about half a bottle of Dawn dish washing liquid into little cups. He took a bottle of Tea's hair styling stuff out of the closet and proceeded to dump it, fill it up with water, and then dump the water all over the hallway in the upstairs area. Then he slipped on that. It sucked to clean up. It's probably the first time the floors upstairs have actually been scrubbed, too. I get such a kick out of watching Matthew do what he wants to do or whatever he's doing. The concentration on his face amazes me, and I just get such feelings of joy and love. I realize I'm creating a monster letting him do what he wants, but I also want him to be able to explore that part of him that creative and artistic.
I met with my new therapist on Friday, and I really like her. She's down-to-earth and she has a sense of humor. She seems like she's going to be easy to work with; like I've known her for awhile and she'll be easy to talk to. I'll also be able to set up appointments with my psychiatric nurse for the time slot before I see the therapist, so it'll work out well on saving me too many trips into Woodbury.
Kids are on spring break next week. I'm not really looking forward to having them home all week. Bryan does have a meeting with someone at the college on Monday, and then a work force meeting on Thursday and Friday. I don't know what direction that kid is headed for after high school just yet. I guess we'll see where the rest of high school takes him, and see if he can pass that college course that he's gotten so far behind on.
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