Okay, so which one of you smarty pantses out there nominated me for a Blog Of The Day Award?
I had to a laugh. The comments section is jammed with people nominating themselves. Who would do that?
The handstitching continues. The medication has dropped me from 5th to 2nd gear, a bit like running, full tilt, into a brick wall. Oy. But I found the energy, somehow, to throw two magnificent wobblies at my daughter, the most spectacular of them erupting after driving all the way across town to bring her to a state of yogic stillness, then shattering all our Good Work by screaming and kicking inanimate objects later, when she kept changing her mind about what she wanted to eat for dinner.
How very yogic of me.The medication is making me a Little Unpredictable. And Occasionally Dangerous. I also Feel Very Bad about it. I expect I'll be remembered by Mym as a Generally Nice Mummy, except when I wasn't, and turned into a Gorgon for no reason that she can ever remember.
And so I stay in my bedroom as much as possible, in the interest of Family Safety. I'm considering a lock on the door from the outside, lest I sprout a second head and roam freely, mercilessly hunting people down and pulling out their eyes for not rinsing their dishes or even putting them in the sink, visiting upon them my Less Than Divine Retribution.
Because it's so Very. Bloody. Annoying.