Friday, June 23, 2006

A Royal Wreck

So this morning at about five Leila woke up and started talking to me. That usually does not happen. In the morning she usually just repeats, "LaLa doodoo," in a tiny pathetic voice until I get up and give her a bottle.
(Dood is milk in bengali.) I got her a bottle and she just kept chitchatting and then she SAT UP and I was like, "Oh, no, we are NOT getting up this early."
And then she threw up all over me.
Feroze mercifully stayed home until about ten so I got another hour of sleep. Less than an hour after I left, she barfed all over our second set of bedding. However, being SmartMom, I had washed the first set and took it out of the dryer all warm and cuddly. Right now she is snuggled down into it and I am tempted to join her.
I've been naughty. I haven't been blogging, I've been eating a lot of junk, I've been lazy about my walking because something is wrong with me and my calves and feet hurt really extra super bad. The house has gone to hell and I've been eating out constantly because dinner is just too much to deal with.
In short, I am majorly depressed.
I go to the psychiatrist on Tuesday--wish me luck. Things have got to change.

2 comments:

neuroticmommy said...

I'm saying a prayer for you right now Jackie Joy! Let us know how the psych visit goes and have faith that things won't stay miserable forever. If you have any specific prayer requests, just e-mail them to me.

neuroticmommy said...

Jackie where are you? I'm worried. We haven't heard from you in awhile in blog land. Were you affected by the flooding??? Let us know. :)