I’m looking for work. I KNOW. I’ve been at home for 5 years now. Yes, I’ve done part time work, and work from home jobs. But I’m staring down the barrel of being the primary breadwinner. I oscillate between being excited and thinking how much I will miss my babies. Piper has started telling knock knock jokes. She’s copying Riley. And she doesn’t quite get how the knock knock joke thing works but she thinks she is hilarious.
I can’t even imagine all the things I will miss being away from them. So many things. But I will get to eat my lunch alone, so there’s that.
The house goes on the market in a week. The day before after my birthday. The ball is rolling, whether I’m ready for it or not. And me, being the village idiot that I am decided it was an excellent idea to go cold turkey on my anti depressants.
It’s not quite as idiotic as it sounds. I had forgotten to take them for four days and felt ok, so figured I might as well give it a go.
One day later. So hungry. So thirsty. So tired. So many headaches. And the hot flushes have started. But emotionally, I feel great. So I just have to get through the withdrawal stage. And do ALL THE THINGS before 12pm when I just want to sleep for a million years.
But I’ve picked up my camera more since I stopped. And that’s kind of a big something.