Update.

My depression wasn’t bad today.
I’m alive. I’m exhausted but okay. It was a crazy day. My son had 13 kids here. I had to make small talk which sucked at the beginning of the party. My son was in charge and did everything except the food. He kept his friends very entertained. I put food out and supervised most of it from thou couch. I took pictures and lit candles and sang happy birthday like a normal mom. Everything was store bought so I didn’t have to bake. Paper plates etc were used to ease clean up. Which hubby did. In the last hour I went to my bedroom to lay down while he managed parent pick up.

I survived and it meant s lot to my now 14 yr old.

I’m so tired I feel sick but I’m ok. Prob going to lay in bed most of the day tomorrow.