There are days. This is one of them.
I have that life. That life that all the girls want — a white picket fence, five car garage, 5 bedroom 4 bathroom house, 2 kids, 1 dog, hubby — and that’s where it ends.
Because while you gals are peering into my fence, you don’t know that I’m propped up and stabilized by Effexor and Seroquel. Effexor is what I take in the morning. Seroquel is what knocks me out at night. Because otherwise, I would never go to sleep. I would never get up. I would be catatonic, stuck in bed all day.
Which is probably not recommended when you have a job and kids to tend to.
I have had postpartum depression for the past three years. Since my son was born. Having kids really fu*ks with your hormones.
Did I tell you that I have that dream life?
Stats of the day:
1,998 toddler fits adverted
14 complete meltdowns from the toddler
1 application for project management submitted
1 blog post attempted
4 bathrooms cleaned
living room, dining room, entire house vaccuumed
2 mg of Ativan consumed
Well someone has to do the cleaning on the house.
This is just Saturday. I don’t know how stay-at-home moms do it.
I can’t wait until Monday.
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