mixed is really getting to me

I totally get it, and empathize. The ping-pong ball is a good analogy. I also hate the amplification of the mood shifts during PMS time... ugh!

Epsom baths are nice. I like to soak my feet after a long work day...
I also read a lot about nutrition and vitamins (sometimes to the point it makes me obsessed and a bit neurotic)--but anyway, what I have learned is that, most people are magnesium deficient. Using epsom salt/magnesium sulfate is a wonderful way to absorb this mineral.

What essential oils do you love? One of my favorites is, clove oil. Diffusing that is amazing!

Sorry you're going through such a troubling time. I hate those times when crying takes over you, and you just don't know what the hell is happening! The last time that happened to me was a couple months ago. It was terrible, and the next day, my mood was totally fine.

Im just gonna try to get thru today without messing up. Blue, you have so much to deal with - 2 other people! I can barely deal with myself. Yet boy when you write, it seems like the poking voice in your head sounds a lot like mine. Do! Didnt! Do! Didnt! Give me calm...

((((((((( hugs ))))))))
Thinking of you

I like lavender the most, but pretty much I have liked all the oils I've tried.

Yesterday, I was tired after dinner. H had to work late. My daughter (11 years old) told me she was bored.

I thought about it and figured I did have enough energy to do a no-bake dessert kit with her, which she was all for the instant I mentioned it.

Wow. A little can go a long way with kids.

My psych issues have put up a barrier between us especially lately, and I have been trying to improve things there.

So we made this kit (not hard), refrigerated it, ate some, not the point really.

The point is that from the minute I put that dessert into the refrigerator until H got home (over 2 hours later, pretty much her bedtime), she was talking to me nonstop. Not about surface things like she'd been doing awhile. More about school, her friends, her feelings about things that had happened at school. Not as deep as the stuff I know she talks to H about, but a lot deeper than she has talked to me about in ages, maybe close to a year.

Wow.

I played a doll game with her today (tedious, but I'd promised when I overslept Monday, and she had to rush to get ready for school, a situation neither of us liked, but she had behaved very well, especially considering the cir circumstances. We did the game longer than I'd promised which made her very happy (not to win brownie points, it just happened) though with breaks for lunch, washing the dishes, feeding the catsuntil finally I did need some time to unwind before dinner around 3 PM, and she was tiring of it anyway.

So 2 good days with her.

One very tired mom.

Ugh. Forgetful today.

I put in my contacts first in the morning to feed the cats; we have one cat aptly named Hungry by my daughter, and Hungry will not leave you alone until you feed her. It is a real pain. She'll rub against you. Run ahead and then just lie on the floor and not move, so you end up against kicking her. Meows tons, and the really weird thing is this cat never meows unless she knows she is about to get fed.

I wanted a shower after the rest of the cat care (litter, water, dried food, some treats). I remember I filled my contact lens case with contact lens cleaner then got in the tub. I just do not like to shower wearing contacts, I will if I have to, but I don't like to.

Got out of the shower, dried off, opened contact lens case to put in my contacts.

No contacts anywhere.

Sometimes I may drop one but never both of them. Examined the case inside and out, no luck. When to the other bathroom where I have a spare storage case. Nope, not there.

Finally, I gave up, got 2 new contact lenses in the right strengths, went to the bathroom sink (the bathroom I had showered in), to put on makeup. I was in the middle of washing my face, about to rinse when I looked down into the sink. OMG, both of my contact lenses were in the bathroom sink!

Why on Earth would I put them there? I also have no memory of putting them there. I have been in contacts since 5th grade, it is second nature to me dealing with them. Crazy.

I have been going into rooms a lot, forgetting why I went to a given room, and then I remember 5 to 10 seconds later (usually) why I went into that room, like oh, yeah, I went into the bathroom to collect dirty laundry or my daughter's room to pull out a couple dresses in her wardrobe that are just not wearable to school or at home (underpants show). She has grown so much, she is now eye level with me. I am 5'4" tall but H is 6'4" tall; the pediatrician said she wouldn't be surprised in my daughter ended up 5'10", 5'11" tall. This pediatrician has been accurate in all of her predictions regarding my daughter so far, so I don't doubt her. Sucks though. I'd love to be a bit taller.