So I’m in a funk.
Depression sucks yo, but sometimes it makes me extremely sarcastic. Unfortunately it makes me always short tempered too.
For example? I was
wrestling changing my daughter into her pajamas when I had this conversation with my son:
Monkey: baby seep?
Me: (grunting and sweating as I struggle to change her diaper and put her footsie pjs on) yes sweetie, we are putting baby to sleep.
::long pause here while I am still struggling with my daughter::
Monkey: mommy, what are you doin?
Me: (by this time I finally finished dressing her wiggly butt and was leaning on her changing table gasping for breath and she was drinking her night cup giggling at my defeat…ahem. I may be exaggerating a little) I’m waiting for a bus on 57th street in a rain storm.
Monkey: oh. Okay.