So yea. We’re moving on Saturday. The house needs to be packed. It’s hard for me to do during the day because the baby doesn’t want to be put down. It’s kind of frustrating.
I went back to see my hot psychiatrist today. Did I mention he’s hot. He’s upping my meds, convinced us to wait on baby number two, and sent me back to therapy. Then he professed his undying love for me, and I had to let him down easy. He’s leaving in July, and I’m REALLY upset about it. LIKE REALLY UPSET ABOUT IT. He’s going to do a Children’s fellowship, and while I think that’d be good (Grant LOOOVVVEESS him, and talks while he tries to talk the whole time we’re in there EVERY time) I really don’t want him to leave me. It’s scary.
Last week I had another episode, nothing terrible, but enough to make me worry a bit. I think it’s just all the stress. No money, new house, baby teething….it’s a lot.
The most embarrassing part of today? My oh so eloquent husband advising that even though I was acting crazy, it was because we don’t have any money…not even enough to pay him today. Luckily hottie pants thought that was funny. I thought it was sufficient to stay I was stressed, but then had to explain that we had to pay double rent this month….
Luckily when I went to see Mr. Hottie pants for our rendezvous later he didn’t think it was worthy of discussing. Did I mention he’s hot. He’s so hot that my husband is threatened by my admiration of him, which I think is why he embarrassed me today. I don’t even care anymore, because he’s hot.
“Grant sure seems to like him an awful lot.” *Scowley boy face*
“Well he likes to cuddle with him when we’re at his house.”
“BOJEBUS! You did not just say that. That’s wrong.”
Yes, it’s wrong…yet soooo right.
