June 1, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
It’s pretty clear I’ve struggled with Seasonal Affective Disorder and other forms of depression for years. This is why little blue happy pills keep DG’s world spinning in the right direction. No little blue happy pills? I sleep for hours, get manic and pierce my ears or spend two days painting and rearranging furniture. While my husband is away. With little blue happy pills? DG’s husband likes being around her, her house is a bit cleaner and she isn’t tempted to put holes in body parts or shave parts of her head. It’s a win-win for all.
Since we had AMAZING weather this weekend, I came out of my rain-induced funk from last week. The sky couldn’t be bluer. OMFG it’s awesome out there. Light breeze, chirping birds, it’s like Sleeping F*cking Beauty singing her nature song. I was the best mommy ever, the worst mommy in the whole wide world (I REALLY MEAN IT THIS TIME) and the best mommy ever, all at once. I love it when that happens. The kids (meaning mine, the neighbors and a few others) were outside screaming, laughing, playing, bike-riding, arguing, splashing and chalk drawing all weekend. The house, as a result, looks better because no one has been in it. I like that.
I’m telling you, there’s something to the SAD thing. Gloomy clouds put me in a coma. Blue skies give me more energy than a Chinchilla on Meth. I kid you not. I mean, I might be on meth, I just don’t know it. Or, it could be the nice weather. One of the two. I even put away laundry. I PUT AWAY LAUNDRY, PEOPLE. That rarely happens. Do you know what I learned cleaning and putting away clothes? It appears Bugaboo has too many clothes. But in reality, it appears he goes through 4-6 outfit changes a day. Mostly due to the fact that he is either rolling in dirt, rolling in mud, jumping in water fully clothed or spilling entire bottles of juice down the front of him. The child that jumps in pools fully clothed does not tolerate having a drop of water hit his shirt while drinking. This makes PERFECT sense to me (insert eyeroll here).
The best thing about me getting on top of the housework is that MY HUSBAND SPONTANEOUSLY does things. Like dishes or vacuum. This is amazing because not only was I away for, like, four hours yesterday HERE but I came home to a clean house AND Bugaboo was home. This never happens. Usually Bugaboo + husband+ left alone for a few hours= Dr. Destructo. Yesterday I arrived home and was all, “HOLY CRUD HE CLEANED! AND THE BOY IS FED!” Amazing. I’m still reeling from it. Really. I’m really reeling.
This euphoria I am currently experiencing is going to help me get through all of the stress this week. I have fasting blood work with my new/old doc, veggie day, school volunteering, a class party to plan, tutoring, food shopping (the bane of my existence, really. But at least I get to go to Tarzhay) and the usual routines and kid stuff. I also have Killer Cujo the attack dog, have Sandy the love muffin and may check in on my neighbors cats. PS? Pet sitting is becoming a lucrative endeavor. Plus, I love doing it. Also also? It’s awesome and fun. I love me doggy fur babies. And I want to keep ’em all, but for some reason people keep picking up their pets. Sigh.
If you live in our area, try to get yourself some of that fresh spring air. Just don’t inhale too deeply, because? ACHOOOOOO!!!!!