I've been fighting a cold this week... and today I'm all hopped up on Dayquil. Girls' gotta keep up... and put my best foot (and face) forward. Tonight is date night with the hubs (we're going to a show at the Univ... so it's not officially a date... we don't have the luxury of real dates... although, we are going to dinner first so... that counts, right? I'll take what I can get). I clean up alright... should have taken a before photo, because it was bad... real bad. Dirty hair, circles under the eyes... acne... oh gosh... it's just so bad right now.
To boot, I've got the blues again. Do any of you deal with depression?... 'Cause I feel like I'm the only one I know who goes through this 'ish every couple months. Granted, there are a grip of women out there who use the internet as a medium for all things depressing... but no one I know personally talks about their depression... if they have it...and reading depression blogs while depressed is a really bad idea. Things just feel low and frankly when I feel like this all I can focus on are the disappointments in my life. I wanna go back to comforts like family, life-long friends and chocolate. Seriously... chocolate helps. In all candor, I need to find a therapist. Ugh... that's a whole 'nother post.
Oh! And see those lovely scratches on my cheek... yea... those are claw marks given to me by my lovely child. He was pretending to be Sher Khan in a moment of high emotion. Let's just say it's not a moment I can talk about just yet.