I know I am. I've heard from a lot of you about Amy and Lisa so far, and it's great to have different perspectives on parenting.
I thought I would update you all on Hoover and other aspects of my life.
Hoover is starting to improve. We bumped his meds, which he started last week, from 2.5 mg to 5 mg, so from a half a pill to a whole.
(And if you've ever tried to split a pill the size of, well, a birth control pill, you know it doesn't end well.)
He has started to do some work in school. Yesterday he told me he did "3% of my work," and when I investigated further, it meant that he completed three worksheets at school.
Hey, three up from none, I'll take it.
In the midst of all of this, I had my 10 year college reunion this past weekend.
And some of my friends from college are people I feel I can be very vulnerable around. And some of these friends I haven't seen in three-to-five years.
That's a long time to keep in a lot of feelings I wasn't aware I was hoarding.
|Stolen from my friend M's Facebook page. Some of us at our old favorite watering hole.|
So, like any person in my situation, I handled it with dignity and class.
Or, I just completely lost it.
I didn't mean to lose it. Everytime someone asked me why I was crying, I just started crying more.
It was totally embarrassing. And, to boot, I'm not a pretty crier.
At least some of my friends were laughing about it while it was going on. Which is exactly what I would have done, you know, if I hadn't been so busy being a colossal embarrassment to myself.
In the end, I decided that it was just everything coming together, all at once. And I called in my prescription for my favorite anti-depressant.
And, as far as Hoover is concerned, I feel like if I can keep it together (in whatever means possible), then he can too.
And as a family, we all need to keep it together as a rule.