Yesterday, I woke up blue.
So I tried to stay in bed as long as possible. I have absolutely no reason for a funk. I don't have cycles anymore (although lets not eliminate hormone fluctuation from the possibilities), my life is great / routine, my meds are on target (for those of you taking score).
After hours of putting off the inevitable, I got out of bed but put off changing out of my pj's for several more hours.
I hung around the house with plenty to do but no desire. Not hungry. Not thirsty. Didn't want to clean the house, exercise or take the kids somewhere fun.
After a while i thought, maybe if I put on some makeup, I'll feel better. No.
i could go to the store and buy some fresh fruit and make a really fun drink.
i just didn't want to.
"wouldn't it be fun to dance?" i thought to myself. turned on some music - no, it didn't move me.
"wouldn't it be fun to hang out with a friend?" called beth - twice - no answer.
"maybe my mom will cheer me up." i thought.
"can i call you back? i'm visiting with aunt mollie, we are about to start a scrabble game." click!
"wouldn't it be rewarding and productive to paint the kids room?" hubs suggested i start such a large project with his help.
i called rhiannon on her lunch break. she was in the same mood as me but it was raining in the STL so she had an excuse to be all moody and grumpy. anyway, she advised that i make a virgin frozen drink - because if alcohol was what i needed then i obviously have bigger problems. meh.
i did get to talk to my aunt mollie for a few minutes before my mom hung up on me. aunt mollie thinks i have the swine flu. or am depressed because the month of April is over. she recommended i make a pitcher of alcoholic margheritas - all for myself. or go to the dr.
eventually, out of pity for my children, i played some board games with them.
i made virgin pina coladas - the boys and i shared.
there were cookies (sorry, casey, it was just one of those days)
there were spongebob cartoons
AND bubbles (spongebob is good for a lot of things)
AND temporary tattoos
now, i like to give credit where credit is due and it is due to a certain absorbent and yellow and porous critter who lives in a pineapple under the sea for breaking me out of my funk.
Today was decidedly better. The kids and I went to Seaworld and met up with our friends from the ABC club, Lori, Asher, Sage and Kelton . Today was Gabriel's turn to be in a funk. He held it together just fine until the very end. He had the mother of all meltdowns. It has been a very long time since he just fell apart like that. This was all out screams of terror and laying on the ground brand of tantrum. I'm sure that not only could our friends hear us across the park on our way to the parking lot, they were probably also very happy we were on our way! ARGH! Gabriel, learn your lesson - restrain from having fits of emotional outburst until AFTER new friends get to know you!
Which reminds me that while I was singing the blues yesterday, I was briefly on the phone with my friend, Lisa, when it struck me that its easy being friends with people who are funny and laid back and easy going, the true test of friendship is when you meet their mood swings for the first or tenth or one-hundredth time. When your friends love you when you are hard to love, that's a true friendship. Come to think of it, I am really wealthy in that aspect. I can think of a whole motley crew of folks who love me like that - people who have known me my whole life and people who have known me a few months and a lot of in-between. I'd like to put Spongebob on that list but seeing as how our relationship is a one way street and all, he's better off on the 'favorite tv shows' list.
Does this have you thinking about your friends? Please share!