It's My Life

If this blog were my child, I would have been reported to Child Protective Services a long time ago. The charge? Neglect.

When I started this blog I was a fucking mess. I had left my ex and I was falling in love with Steve.Oh, and yeah, I'd just quit my job and didn't have anything lined up. I had a lot going on, but things have calmed down considerably: thank god. However, I'm going to try to be a better momma and check in more often this year. So - every Tuesday evening I'll submit a new post.

I'm in a better place now. I'm married to my dreamboat husband, and I have a job that I absolutely adore. No really, I am thankful every day that on my drive to work I don't burst into tears. I've done that before and it's no fun.

I still deal with depression. It's something that I'll always have to fight. I don't just take meds. I try to get plenty of sleep, eat well and exercise. I still engage in bouts of trichotillomania. If I let things slide at work for too long I get anxious and I start to pull at my hair. I know my triggers at least so I'm managing my time better and lessening the frequency with which I feel behind at work.

When I'm not at work I'm kicking it at home. Steve is the best match for me. He appreciates laying in bed for hours on Sunday morning. We wake up, have breakfast and sometimes crawl back into bed with our coffee. He watches Headline News and I eventually fall back asleep with my head on his chest.

On Saturdays sometimes we go to estate sales - he looking for antique tools and me looking for vintage kitchenware. If the weather is nice we'll go to the Farmer's Market and take the dogs to the park. If we have a little extra in the account we take another step towards completing our kitchen remodel.

We live a quiet life, but it is our beautiful life.