Rainy Days and Mondays

It's dreary here tonight. Walking out of work was so depressing. It was already dark, due to the heavy clouds looming overhead.

At home, I tried getting the house in order for Thursday. Steve is upset that we're having Thanksgiving. After 6 years, he should know we're going to have have Turkey Day. I'd rather have it than go anywhere. I can't help it I'm such a homebody. Plus, my depression is really bad right now, so I think that's playing a part.

While I cuddled with Amelia, Steve warmed my dinner - and shattered a depression plate - don't ask. I have no clue why hubby would decide to place an ANTIQUE in the microwave. Then, DH began putting away some of Amelia's items from the family room. AND cracked the pack n play. Let's not even get into the fact that my carpets are half scrubbed, due to the bissell scrubber dying.

I now have a migraine, the house looks worse than it did before I got home from work, and it's raining outside. Not the best of nights. But there were some positives. I got to cuddle with Amelia, Hansy is being a lovey doggie tonight, and my mom cuddled with Amelia while Dad and Steve got the mattresses from my guest room (now nursery) ready to be moved to their house for THEIR guest room (my old room).

At work, I pulled the same name for Secret Santa as I had last year. What are the odds??? Now, I'm trying to figure out my benefits plans for work and just what tier I want for medical, dental and vision, and how much to put in for my flexible spending. Two more days this week! Yeah! And, yoga tomorrow after work. I'm not looking forward to it, but at the same time, I am. Again, it's that entire homebody thing. I just don't wanna leave my house.

Since I'm in SUCH the wah wah mood tonight, I'll just say that I'm having massive guilt issues over the entire BF vs formula thing. My symptoms are coming back, sometimes a lot worse than before, and I know I ned to start on my meds again. I just feel this horrendous guilt for not continuing with the BF for the entire year as I had wanted. I just gotta tell myself that the formula is a small price to pay for not having this horrid migraines that take away hours of my life that I could be enjoying with Amelia.

Now, I think I'm gonna go get a snack . . . something like air popped popcorn, or pumpkin butter on oatmeal bread.