Wow, almost two months since my last post. I think about posting every now and then, but wonder what in the world I could talk about while trying to maintain a facade of sanity.
Life on a daily basis involves barely-restrained hysteria. Out of respect to those involved, I won't go into details, but let's just say that life with teenagers doesn't lend itself well to fun little blog-post-sized anecdotes. These are no longer the days of "Oh my, someone decided cut the cat's whiskers," or "The older boys wouldn't let their youngest brother into the house until he jumped into the pool naked" (both of which did happen once upon a time).
But nowadays? Seriously, people. Shit. just. got. real. (Forgive me, there is simply no other way to put it.)
My anxiety is through the roof, and then my depression alternately throws me into the deepest of dungeons. There are days when I can only count out time by the minute in terms of survival, and even then I'm not sure I've made it through the day until I take the time to realize that yes, I still posses all of my limbs and internal organs, if not all of my mental faculties.
I guess I should see this as a way of looking at things from a different perspective. Things that used to send me over the edge are now positively inconsequential.
Dog pees and poops on the rug? Eh, at least this is a mess I can clean up.
Someone at work not speaking to me? Yawn. At least I'll have some peace and quiet for a few minutes a day.
Blue hair dye stains my skin from head to toe?
Meh. Maybe I'll audition for Avatar 2.
'Til next time, whenever that may be.
