1. Wearing the same pair of sweat pants and ratty T shirt for 60 hours straight
2. Not leaving the house for 4 days, with the exception of waiting at the school bus stop in your ratty sweat pants and T shirt
3. Obsessively playing solitaire on the computer while the baby naps instead of doing something productive
4. Not going to Target, running on the treadmill, or doing anything else on today's "To Do List"
5. Eating even more ice cream than usual
Well friends, it took a little longer than I expected, but you can check off numbers 1 through 5 for me, dammit. I was hoping that this time, I would escape the obligatory month of sweat pant wearing, mopey, couch potato fun that seems to ensnare me once my babies hit 4 months old. No such luck.
The worst was after Connor was born. I literally didn't leave our townhome for a solid month. I had groceries delivered and spent the entire day in my PJ's. I moped around crying for no reason, yelling at the dogs, and being generally an asshole. When I finally dragged myself and the babies into the car to go do SOMETHING, I got pulled over 2 miles from home and got a ticket for not having the Loudon County Sticker on my windshield. Nice.
So, this time around, I'm hoping that by embracing the crappiness and admitting it early on, it will go away faster and I can get back to my mascara wearing, vegetable eating, cute pair of jeans, kinda silly self.
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Sorry to hear about your mopiness but if it helps, I'm right there with you... I don't get dressed most days and if I leave the house, I throw on some jeans and change right back into my mopey clothes when I get home. Ordering groceries to be delivered sounds absolutely fabulous! Feel better...
Shit, I think I get Postpartum depression every weekend?
((HUG)) Hope the little gift that is on its way will help. I always liked getting the mail ;)
I'm sorry you're dealing with that Katie. It's got to count for something that you can recognize it and have the expectation that you'll climb out of the funk eventually. Until then, go through it and remember how many people care about you. That always helps me.
Is it still called post partum depression when your kid is a year old and you are still doing the things on your list? Cause I am pretty sure I've got it too then.
Hope you feel better soon!
If only you were in my part of the world, I'd come over and sit with you, visit, and giggle the day away..and I'd wear my sweats TOO!
I remember going through that - not only after each of the three girls were born (the worst was the middle baby. I refused to eat anything but noodles and chocolate chip cookies (not mixed together, but I did consider it on one particularly dreary day) and wore my husband's college sweatshirt for days on end) but then, not to be the bearer of bad news, I went through it even worse when my oldest left for college. I carried my husband's favorite sweatshirt in my computer bag since I couldn't wear it to work.
My middle daughter is only a senior and I am already stocking up on Sam's-sized bags of noodles, chocolate chips, and pecans, and have successfully squirreled away my man's softest, comfiest, nastiest sweatshirt.
we should start either a club or write a self-help book.
Hmmm...I think I have major 12-year in a fucking job I hate depression which includes any of the following:
1. Procrastination of work obligations to such an extreme point that you start thinking of fake personal/family issues you might need to tell your boss about in the event the subject is approached.
2. Allowing yourself to take advantage of a flexible sales job schedule so you can sit in old jeans, tanks and sweatshirts with no bra (because that would mean actually getting somewhat dressed) and blogging for hours at a time during the day from your personal home computer vs. work computer so nothing can be tracked.
3. Preparing yourself and your husband for a phonecall any day announcing you are on probation or a performance plan, or even better yet fired because your company hired a private detective and knows you are doing #1 and #2 as outlined above.
I'm right there with ya girl. But hurry back because I am missing laughing my ass off with you.
Thanks everybody for your kind &funny thoughts. You've each made me smile in your own ways & I appreciate it. Now come over here and kick my ass so I can break out of this funk.
Oh girl, I don't even know you and I love you. Wear the sweatpants and eat the ice cream because you can't go over it and you can't go around it - the only way through it is right down the middle. We're all here for ya! ;)
There was, like, no mention of alcohol on this whole blog. I think you're doing pretty damn good. Don't you feel better when my youngest is four and yet I'm coming to the bus stop with no makeup and baggy sweats, too? Seriously, at least I have the decency to be hungover. ;)
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