Try reading yesterday and today’s posts…maybe they’ll at least make you smile.

Outside of that….I’d try listening to some of your favorite tunage. Something upbeat and happy.

;)

I dunno…it could trigger more irritation depending on what the Librarian decides to read or sing. Some books can be downright annoying to parents. Heh heh

Cold and windy though the weather may be, getting out of the house is critical. It’s difficult enough to be spending most of your conscious hours with a tiny being who has no language skills – even if he is adorable – and feeling trapped in a small, dirty space makes it worse. Getting out the door can be arduous, but even a quick trip around the block or to the drug store can be a godsend and remind you that there is a world beyond the walls of your apartment. Emory seems almost preternaturally good natured, so I bet you could even pull off half an hour in a coffee shop people watching or reading. He’ll need to be bundled up, sure, but babies are tougher than they look and I bet he’d love the stiumlation of being cooed over by everyone who sees him.

Cleaning is tough when you have a tiny person who requires constant attention. Maintaining order is important for sanity, but unless le husband is willing to take over the more, um, deatil-oriented tasks he can either learn to deal or buy some Windex. Don’t worry too much so long as you have some clear space, clean laundry and hygenic eating utensils.

For me it’s less about deciding to be in a good mood, which is an impossibly vague and infuriating directive if ever there was one – that deciding not to be in a bad one. Especially in times of stress it’s okay to aim for a C+ state of mind, what’s important is remembering that a string of D- days aren’t acceptable.

So, here’s take two:
-levoxyl (synthetic thyroid hormone) taken
-anti-depressant taken
-weather conditions – rainy days and Mondays always get me down
-work stress
-home stress

I’m an engineer, so I have to try and figure out what’s causing my depression to see if I can fix it. And if its the weather that’s contributing to my depression, then I accept I can’t change it and go buy myself some chocolate :)

What you’re doing is not easy, and you have my sympathy and respect. I hope you start to feel better!

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Laura, you are SO right. perhaps we’ll hit a coffee shop today. That’s a good idea.

:D

I know it sucks to think that you’d have to take a pill for the rest of your life, but it’s pretty small in comparison to how much better you’ll feel when you’re on it. They usually play around with the dose a little bit in order to find the correct dosage for you. After that, they usually just check your blood levels once a year to make sure they don’t need to change your dosage.

I know it sucks, both my husband and I have been there. I promise you this: it DOES get better. (Hope that doesn’t sound too trite.) :)

Yeah. That backfired. By about 9pm Sunday night I was feeling moody, cranky, tight, sore, wired, sleepy. I was a mess and I just knew that had I taken the dog for a half hour walk at some point during the day (which would have required me to change into real clothes) I probably could have staved off that irritable feeling. It’s so annoying, I’m naturally inclined to envelop myself in warmth and darkness, but it just really shouldn’t be done (at least not by me).

The short version of the above is: do get out of the house, even just for a fifteen minute walk in the freezing cold.