Ugh, I’m having a WEEK. I had to make some adjustments to the baby’s and toddler’s nursing situation (the explanation for which is both boring and convoluted, so I’ll spare you—they’re both still nursing, just on a different regime), and the adjustments brought about some kind of hormonal shift, leaving me—hmm, how best to put this?—not very well, in the hormone-driven mental health sort of way. I’ve had a touch of the melancholia, as they say. (Yes, I’m aware that no one has ever said that in the history of…ever. Bear with me.)

Yesterday I had a little mini-breakdown when I realized I was putting two different colored socks on Sadie. One was ribbon pink, and the other was clearly pale peony. And no, she wasn’t going to complain, but I would know. And surely nothing would ever be right with the world again. I couldn’t find either of the other pink socks, though, so we had to stick with the mismatch. Even though they might fade differently than their mates from being washed separately! Oh, the horror.

And I’ve been a great conversationalist:
DANE: Hey, the lottery’s like a gazillion dollars this week. Maybe I’ll pick up a ticket and we can imagine what we’d do with a gazillion dollars. Or even half a gazillion dollars.
ME: ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME YOU’RE NOT HAPPY? [Because WHO WOULDN’T BE with conversations like this?]
DANE: [blink. blink blink…]

At least I can tell that I’m being a wee bit irrational. That’s something, right?

I’m almost through it now—my sense that the world is a place of neverending gloom and despair has begun to lift—but it’s been a fun week.