Not quite like that, though a frying pan could be useful at times.

He actually does quite a bit around the house and taking care of the kid. There have been points in our marriage where he has done considerably more than me in the employment and domestic department even prior kid, and lately is one of those points. He works 50 hours a week and his days off are three days apart, so he's pretty tired though for different reasons. He wants me to finish school because I'm burned out, half my classmates are too young to be in graduate school and I have difficulty getting along with them, department politics are ridiculous, and I really miss working just in the field without being expected to write papers on theories that do not interest me. Graduate school is for masochists, and I am not one of those.

Wanting money is my choice because I find living on one income to be obnoxious. Husband is supportive of me working part-time as I haven't been able to work full-time since I was 21 years old without getting miserable (and some undiagnosed hypomania was probably the only reason I was able to swing it back then). We're also stuck in an 800 sq ft house we have outgrown since we purchased it because we're going to move when I am done and decide where to work, as both of us want to live closer to family but commuting from that area is not feasible.

We're both at our wits end with the school thing. There is very little I like about it at this point. Husband completed a Bachelor's but has not been to grad school, so I get questions like, "Wow, you actually read the book? Does anyone else in your class do that?" (We both did well in school, though I graduated with honors as I have almost always "read the book")

Now here is where I stop defending him because this is the department where he needs that frying pan: unsolicited man advice. Very stupid unsolicited man advice. Ya know, that eat a balanced diet and go for a walk type. Which I, ya know, do more than him. Therapist and I suspect he's talking more to himself and dragging me into it so he'll have a partner in change/crime. He has become less nagging since he's seen my noticeably larger biceps (we're talking Rosie the Riveter arms) from doing "weight lifting" with my wrist weights. I wasn't particularly nice to my body in the past and haven't been able to put on a lot of muscle until recently, which is kind of nice. I also showed him how screwed up my spine actually is (hopefully correctable), which I think may have had a little impact. He doesn't quite get that the usual eat some carrot sticks and do some crunches (the thought of doing crunches makes me ill) doesn't exactly apply to this stuff. Which I get. But did I ask you, dude? At least he's shut up about my adventures in OCD...I think I'm going to start taking revenge by lecturing him about the benefits of kale or something.

Anyway, doing all of the healthy things is tiring. I've had several periods of depression where I just didn't do anything, and that's pretty tiring also. I can't figure out which of the two is more tiring. I like the bits of healthy things I do to the best of my ability more than going through a crate of Kleenex...but yeesh, it's bad if I can compare the two energy levels. Thyroid is normal, hemoglobin normal, sleep study results normal, and Vitamin D level is normal.

I really just want some Nuvigil. Ugh. Psychiatrist might be willing to prescribe it for me if I just took it every so often - such as night classes, longer drives, holidays, etc., but insurance company won't be willing to cover that every so pricey drug.