Confession Time

Depression is something that I’ve struggle with since I was a kid and with PCOS, it makes it more likely that I will be depressed.card_01

It came back swinging this last week and I got about mid-way point from rock bottom and could feel the self-hatred inside my head. It’s hard fighting with yourself when you have three little high energy kiddos who just want love and attention.

Yesterday I had enough and splurged on almost a years worth of high dosage Vitamin D pills and some Vitamin B pills for extra energy.

This morning I feel better, but I know they haven’t kicked in yet. Yesterday night I found three random skin bumps and was determined that they had to be stress hives, because the only other time I get them is when I shave with a crappy razor or use a bad kind of soap–which I’ve done neither.

Tightness in my chest this morning let’s me know that there’s still some stress inside that has yet to be relieved. But, with some exercise, medication and throwing myself back into my Bible Study (and lots of time with the kiddos and Ryan), I know I’ll be okay.

imagesIt’s been a couple of rough months and it all kind of hit this last week. So much stuff and a lot of it, no one will now, because it’s not mine to share.

But, this is mine–and it’s reality of life. Depression sucks. It can hit anyone at any time. Whether it piles on slowly or all at once.

I can’t determine if it’s from the last couple of months or because my subconscious (cause my brain is still in May) knows that it’ll be my little sister’s birthday this next week–and that means another one without her.

Whatever it is, I am thankful that I have my little troop of men to help me fight through it.

We’ll defeat it with vitamin D, laughter, hugs, time together–and enjoying that school is almost out, which means less chaotic mornings and more cuddles with cartoons. 🙂

These next few weeks won’t be easy, waiting for the pills to kick in, but I know it’ll be worth it.


12 Tips for Taking Care of a Vomiting Child

Today, our 4 year old threw up. I was sitting in the dining room chair, had my laptop on my legs and was facing the doors. I was pounding away at the keys, trying to get some work done (I am kind of over the late nights of not getting to bed until midnight and then waking up at 6 am). I stopped for a moment to think and looked up to see the kiddos play on the porch. Z, little boy and L were just having fun. Looked over at L sitting on the bike and he just starts whining. I asked him if he got hurt, did he hit his …. or something. He shook his head, but didn’t say a word. I asked him if he hit his face because he had his hand over his mouth and he said no. Next thing I know, this wave of orange Continue reading “12 Tips for Taking Care of a Vomiting Child”