So I gave up Facebook for awhile and now I'm going through withdrawals. I'm used to checking it many times a day. Since I don't have that to do I'm finding time today to clean my filthy apartment. Something about depression and not cleaning that go hand in hand. I hate depression. I really do. It is an effort to get up everyday and do my job. I'm trying to adjust to a change in meds and am hoping that change occurs quickly. I really don't have time for apathy. It's like that wonderful line in Star Wars about hate leading to suffering (ok so I'm watching the Star Wars marathon on Spike TV today). Depression leads to apathy leads to disorganization leads to suffering. At least that is how it feels. So today I am following my own best advice: You can't wait to feel better to get moving, you have to get moving to feel better. Today I am making myself move when all I really want to do is sleep. I know that if I crawl in that bed I will not get up and things in this apartment will only get worse. Right now I'm tackling the 3rd bathroom. Since we've only need the two bathrooms, the third bathroom has been turned into a storage room. Only I want to start using that bathroom again. Now I'm knee deep in papers and boxes. The girls are with their Dad this weekend. This does give me the opportunity to get lots done. Back to the paperwork I go.
I'm sure I will be back on here soon.
My Life in a Nut Shell
3 surgeries for Endometriosis, countless medications, and lots of difficult years trying to conceive. We put the medical stuff on hold and decided to work on being parents instead. In July of 2000 we were blessed beyond all measure with a phone call announcing the birth of our daughter, Megan. Megan's birth mother had given birth the day before and was leaving the hospital. We had no warning that Megan was coming. At 4:29 in the afternoon we were a couple, at 4:30 we were parents. Deciding that we wanted a sibling for Megan, we looked into all our options. This time insurance covered IVF. One round and we were blessed with triplets, Abigail, Brigid, and Caroline. Did you know that there is a 70% chance of divorce in families of Higher Order Multiples? Almost two years after the triplets were born my ex-husband and I separated and eventually divorced. During that time both my Mother and Father passed away from cancer. In February of 2007 my sister came to live with us to help out. In December of 2008 she had to leave so now it is me on my own with the girls. In February 2010, Lisa passed away and finally found her own Peace.