So...I slept last night from 6 until 1:30 this afternoon waking only to get my kids ready for school. I woke to find my 2 year old scribbling all over my walls. We were out of magic erasers and I tried several different things, none of which worked. So, my husband came home to the mess. Surprisingly, he wasn't overly worried about it and was worried about me instead. He is finally distributing my meds starting tonight. I told him my therapist insisted if he doesn't do it I would have to get my parents to do it. I really don't want to worry them and I have a lot of control issues with just him doing it. So he says he is going to do it.

Other than that, I am still doing very poorly. I'm ready for bed already and I have no idea how I will stay awake to take care of my toddler tomorrow. Coffee??? Vyvanse??? Both??? What ever it is, the depression is beating the both of them. I just want to curl in a ball and cry.