I feel like since I’m on a stay-cation I should be writing more. Nothing profound comes to mind. If it did, I’d have this week’s Living with BPD. As of right now, I have no topic to talk about on my weekly. I can’t even talk about how I’m doing mentally because I don’t really know. As I told my therapist, I’m too tired to be depressed. Between the working long hours and the decrease in the amount of sleep I’m getting, I’ve been pretty tired.
I did the 11p-8a sleep thing. Sorta. I didn’t have much choice. Dad threw out his back so I had to go get Luke at 8am. But I lay back down on the couch after. I didn’t sleep, lord knows I couldn’t what with the torture maneuvers Luke was practicing on me. But I just wasn’t motivated to do much of anything.
I finally dragged my ass off the couch at about a quarter til ten and took the boys to the library. We didn’t spend much time there. Just long enough for me to grab my book and for Thomas to grab a few dinosaur books, a few Dr Seuses, and a few readers.
After the library we went to the park. There is a new playground that was built last year up on the far north end of town. It’s a really nice park and seems to be very popular.
I just finished the last Percy Jackson book. It was a satisfying end. Kinda cheesy, but hey, it’s a kid’s book. It has to end all happy. I even laughed out loud at a couple of points.
Blah blah blah. Nothing profound to say so I’m going to go ahead and shut up now. Time to start a new book anyways.