It's way too early.
I had intended to go to bed last night around 9, but we didn't even get dinner started until about quarter past 9, so I didn't end up in bed until almost 10:30, and I wasn't asleep until 11:15 or later. At about 1 AM, Alex woke up crying; his feet were itching, and he was thirsty. Fortunately, I had some Benadryl analgesic cream on hand, and juice was easy enough to come by - although I managed to set him off crying again by bringing him milk the first time instead of the juice he wanted, which I think is understandable confusion given that he said he wanted "milk for later"; we'd had a conversation earlier in the day about whether he was going to have milk or juice. I was going to get him milk, but he wanted juice, and said that he'd have milk later; I thought that he was asking for the milk we'd talked about earlier, but he was really saying that he wanted juice again and milk later. Anyway - so after drinking juice and watching Star Trek with me for about ten minutes, he fell back asleep, and it took me another ten minutes or so to fall asleep again.
Fortunately, my alarm wasn't actually loud enough to wake me up right away this morning, so I slept in a little.
I'm back to work today. Alex ought to be going to day care today, although this depends on his mother faxing them a copy of his shot record, which I'm not entirely sure she'll be able to do. Hopefully that will work out. In addition, today I have my second talking-therapy session (and I just remembered that I have, inexplicably, once again forgotten to take my daily dose of Lexapro), and tomorrow I get another month-long prescription for Lexapro.
It occurs to me that I've been misusing a term. When I say that I've been using my medication as a crutch, that isn't what I mean; a crutch is a support mechanism, and in that capacity I am using Lexapro as a crutch, but that isn't what I've been referring to when I used the term. What I really meant was that I was using the Lexapro as an easy excuse: have a bad mood on a day when I haven't taken my medication? It must be because I haven't taken my medication. Which is patently nonsense, but it got to the point where, on a particularly bad day, one of the people I'd offended came to me privately and told me to go take my medication. That isn't okay in my book.
I wonder what other easy excuses I can get rid of.
I've already managed to upset
cmerun12 and
seriphina this morning, or at least that's what it feels like. Incidentally, they're also the only people I've talked to today. I hope this isn't a pattern.
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I had intended to go to bed last night around 9, but we didn't even get dinner started until about quarter past 9, so I didn't end up in bed until almost 10:30, and I wasn't asleep until 11:15 or later. At about 1 AM, Alex woke up crying; his feet were itching, and he was thirsty. Fortunately, I had some Benadryl analgesic cream on hand, and juice was easy enough to come by - although I managed to set him off crying again by bringing him milk the first time instead of the juice he wanted, which I think is understandable confusion given that he said he wanted "milk for later"; we'd had a conversation earlier in the day about whether he was going to have milk or juice. I was going to get him milk, but he wanted juice, and said that he'd have milk later; I thought that he was asking for the milk we'd talked about earlier, but he was really saying that he wanted juice again and milk later. Anyway - so after drinking juice and watching Star Trek with me for about ten minutes, he fell back asleep, and it took me another ten minutes or so to fall asleep again.
Fortunately, my alarm wasn't actually loud enough to wake me up right away this morning, so I slept in a little.
I'm back to work today. Alex ought to be going to day care today, although this depends on his mother faxing them a copy of his shot record, which I'm not entirely sure she'll be able to do. Hopefully that will work out. In addition, today I have my second talking-therapy session (and I just remembered that I have, inexplicably, once again forgotten to take my daily dose of Lexapro), and tomorrow I get another month-long prescription for Lexapro.
It occurs to me that I've been misusing a term. When I say that I've been using my medication as a crutch, that isn't what I mean; a crutch is a support mechanism, and in that capacity I am using Lexapro as a crutch, but that isn't what I've been referring to when I used the term. What I really meant was that I was using the Lexapro as an easy excuse: have a bad mood on a day when I haven't taken my medication? It must be because I haven't taken my medication. Which is patently nonsense, but it got to the point where, on a particularly bad day, one of the people I'd offended came to me privately and told me to go take my medication. That isn't okay in my book.
I wonder what other easy excuses I can get rid of.
I've already managed to upset
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