Making mini cheese pizzas for supper because I’m too lazy to cook. The kitchen and living room are disastrous. The kids made themselves cheese nachoes to tie them over til I get off my ass. I feel so exhausted all the time. These seem similar to depression. I’m not sad. I think that the ladies who come here to give me my meds are reporting me for having a messy house. Ì feel judged. My pdoc said that he doesn’t think they are reporting me because he would be told about it.
Just as I was typing this my 15 yr old daughter told me I’m a great mom. Ì have awesome kids.