I'm still totally bawling (noises and snot-strings and everything -- right now I have a kleenex shoved up my nose) but Jason is going to be home soon and I hate it when he comes home to find me like this (hunched over my laptop sobbing and leaking snot into the keyboard) so I have to cheer myself up.
Oh crap, it isn't working.
Hmm. Maybe this is a good time to talk about Cymbalta. I had been on 20mg and upgraded to 30mg at the beginning of October. I am not sure it's working for me. I'm having more intrusive thoughts than I had been. Quite clearly I am an emotional wreck. My brain is disorganized. I am irritable. I am having more unpleasantness-related flashbacks than I had been for a while. Why can't Big Pharma come up with a wonder-drug that would take care of all of this for me?
-SUBJECT CHANGE!-
We had a less-than-stellar day of potty training. Hanes started out the day with 12 pairs of Dora panties (Yes I said panties, so suck it, people who hate the word "panties.") (PANTIES PANTIES PANTIES!) and she has one pair left for tomorrow. One pair. The pair she took off at bedtime was still dry, but she had 10 accidents today. I am pretty sure a normal woman would have been broken by that, but not me. Thanks to the twins, I find myself feeling invigorated, like potty training went very well today. Are you hearing this? I have been brainwashed to think that cleaning up 10 pee and poop accidents = SUCCESS!
Oh, and furthermore? I actually cleaned up several (5-7) canine pee and poop messes, and 2-3 incidents of Intimidating Wiping Situations (IWS) from the boys.
And then when I was forced to use the bathroom that doesn't lock, Hanes busted in and then left me marooned on the toilet with the door wide open to the adjacent room, where many children were milling about.
Is it any wonder Cymbalta isn't doing it for me? Maybe I shouldn't have such high expectations. Maybe, after a day like this, it is normal that I should be bawling my eyes out. Especially when this is the sort of thing I view as a success.
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I cried during my GFCF cooking class tonight.
*I tried to come up with something upbeat and supportive, but, that was all I had. Sorry. :( *
Hang in there Jen. You are, at least, attempting the potty training, whereas I am hiding from it but resenting the hell out of the diapers I am changing.
Sounds perfectly sane to me to be bawling your eyes out.
Ok - love IWS. lol. Sorry it was such a rough day. ((hugs))
I think we had the same day yesterday, except I never read sad things (or watch sad movies).
I'm potty training my twins, trying to housebreak a new puppy, and dealing with an elderly dog with bowel problems.
After a day of wiping and cleaning a variety of butts, my daughter decided to stick something so far down her throat that she threw up in the bath water ... to the horror of her brother and sister who were in there with her.
Thanks for your story ... Isn't it rewarding to be a SAHM ... this is what mom's at work all day are missing.
I think you have made me see the humor in yesterday...
Hope you have a much better day today...
i lost your email address...need it. can you send it to me?
i wanted to comment on the cymbalta thing. it didn't work for me...not saying it isn't for you. have you ever tried wellbutrin? it's one of the MANY i've put in my system in that past...and I did like it.
the docs are chalking my breathing issue up to panic attacks while i sleep. that's comforting.
-valerie
i would like to tally the number of sahms on antidepressants. or mothers of multiples? or, holy shit, sahmothers of multiples!! would love to meet one that doesn't require a sanity device to make it through. i'm imagining my mother in law. simply her waking up on a thursday . . .
i'm loving cymbalta for anxiety and panic disorders-- however friends with depression have benefited from cybalta/wellbutrin cocktails-- HOWEVER-- i don't know any crazies using under 60mg . . . maybe that's the prob???
What a drag it is getting old
"Kids are different today"
I hear ev'ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she's not really ill
There's a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother's little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day
I'd be bawling my eyes out too, no worries. Oh and running for the Xanax. Currently Buspar is working well on the anxiety though. :) I think I need to up it bc of the intrusive thoughts/worry.
And I even call my son's undies panties :) He likes it.
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