Hello, Friends! It's been awhile. It's hard to write, work, care-take, AND get the fifteen-plus hours of sleep I need when I bite the bullet and go back on antidepressants. Since I last wrote, I had a promising appointment with a new doctor, and I've been taking a low-dose of Lexapro for three weeks. I … Continue reading Down With the Lexapro Flu
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So Many Thoughts on a Steamy Friday…
If I ever get around to posting all the thoughts in my head and notes scribbled in my journal, I won't know what to do with myself. It's been a hectic few weeks as we prep for a new school year while moving boxes out of our old house as we get it ready for … Continue reading So Many Thoughts on a Steamy Friday…
WGWW# — In a Slightly Tardy Fashion
I should re-name What's Going Well Wednesday and call it What's Going Well Whenever the Hell I Wanna Tell You 'Cause This is My Blog and Sometimes I Like Channeling My Inner Two-Year-Old. But I suppose that's a tad lengthy... We moved this summer.. We actually closed on our house two days AFTER my children started … Continue reading WGWW# — In a Slightly Tardy Fashion
What’s Going Well. . . Wait! What Day is It?!
Seriously, you guys, I was excited to post this week since I missed last week, but I'm all mixed up (obviously!!!) and realized this morning that . . . today is actually Thursday. Here is my disclaimer: A LOT is going well, but other things not so much -- for instance, Wallace was the first … Continue reading What’s Going Well. . . Wait! What Day is It?!
Nothing’s Going Well Tuesday
Moving might just do me in, y'all. I'm as crabby as they come. Apparently, Gil, in his get-it-done mindset, told our children to pack their stuff... then beebopped off to his office. Can I punch him, please? Guess what? They inherited their packing skills from their father. They open a box and … Continue reading Nothing’s Going Well Tuesday
I Dream of Tiny Houses…
And now that dream is coming true. Sort of. Honestly, I'm completely kidding. Gil and I signed a contract on a house in Savannah. It's 1500 square feet but a significant downsize for us. I'm sincerely jazzed. Gil...is a builder. He grew up with a dad who was a builder. He's always been the bigger … Continue reading I Dream of Tiny Houses…
Grief Happens 