Well, I had hoped that once the kids were back to school, I would get the house back together, and get back to posting regularly. So far, neither one has happened. I have been busy running kids here and there, and spending way too much time at the grocery store. I’ve also had a bad migraine this week, so that set me back another day. Ugh…
I really need to get my stuff together…
Damnit… I made it almost a month before my anxiety took back over, and I woke up to a panic attack.
I hate this feeling, I was doing so much better, and then here comes a set back. I feel like crap, and I’m climbing the walls. Days like this bring out the worst in me.
May absolutely flew by, and the kids were out of school way too early this year. It seems like the weather started to warm up way too quickly, and poof it is now June.
Did I mention just how hot it is?!? Right now it is 95 F, but feels like 105 F, and it is seriously the first day of June!!! This Summer is going to be miserable…We are currently filling the pool, and I am currently hiding out from the Sun.
The kids have been out of school for almost three weeks already. They are bored, fighting, hungry, fighting, bored, and fighting constantly… Seriously, and 105 F weather, it is going to be a looooooong Summer.
I wish I had exciting plans for the month of June, but it is mostly just endless housework, and cooking, and breaking up fights between one brooding teen, one grumpy tween, and dealing with one screaming angry girl who acts like a tween even though she’s eight… And it feels like 105 F.
Ugh…
The kids have been off from school for two weeks already. They are bored, hungry, and grouchy about twenty-four hours a day.
I’m just trying to keep up with the madness…
A word of caution, this is ranty post… So here’s a picture of my cat being cute and watching the cars drive by.
As the title suggests I’m scared of Summer… The kids have just six days left of school, and I’m not ready for everyone to be home just yet. The school year seemed to pass so quickly, and my quiet days are now numbered. I’m not ready for the endless days, the boredom, the fighting, the groceries, and feeling stuck.
You see, Summer is not kind to me. My seasonal affective disorder peaks and crushes me. My days are filled with bone tiring depression, headaches, polymorphous light eruptions, and I just want to escape it all. Sleeplessness, and anxiety occupies the rest of the twenty-four hours, with no schedule to adhere to. It isn’t fun, and I’m not pleasant.
I try my best, and every Summer I pep myself up that this year will be different, it never is, bu July I’m completely wrecked.
I’ll say I’m tired, I’ll put in the hours, I’ll smile and entertain, but I’m counting down the days till Autumn.