I don’t remember doing it, but I surely must have sold my soul to the Devil.
The kiddos weren’t the happiest this morning. But, it wasn’t like yesterday. I think L is feeling better and I know that E gets out of sorts when we screw with her routine. But, I took her to the psychiatrist with me this morning and L stayed with Grandma.
When nap time rolled around L went RIGHT to sleep. E had a hard time going to sleep, but once I got her down, she slept for four hours. Oh, and I should also mention, so did L…AT THE SAME TIME.
I couldn’t have asked for a better break.
Plus, E has started smiling. It doesn’t seem like she’s old enough to be doing it, but she’ll be five weeks on Thursday. The time has flown. I don’t have a tiny baby anymore! (And that’s ok with me.)
Now they’re both in bed for the night. AJ is gone playing poker and the dogs are sans collars, so the house is quiet, except for both of the kids’ noisemakers.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…
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So yeah, I went to the psychiatrist today. I don’t know what I expected, but she talked to Elena, gave me a new prescription for Zoloft, told me to come back in November, and whisked me out the door. I’m pretty sure I was there less than 15 minutes. I wonder what it will cost me for her to make goo goo noises at my child. Perhaps I should bill her.
Maybe next time we’ll delve into my neuroses and figure out what the hell made me who I am. It should be interesting, if nothing else.