One Week

I don’t know if I have let a week pass between posts on Stimeyland EVER, but I see that this is what I have done.

I hate that I have been writing less, and there are a number of reasons why, some of which are interesting and probably worthy of their own posts and one of which is that my life with my kids in school is way less fun and Stimeylandish than it used to be when the munchkins were around all the time. Also, it feels weird and narcissistic to just write about myself, but this is a blog, so maybe I should just get over that and navel gaze all over myself already.

Even though I didn’t write about them, things continued to happen in Stimeyland. (I know. It surprised me too.) Here are some of them:

• Depression continues. I am trying to remember to choose laughing over crying. (See my philosophy under my photo up there ⤻)

• I am looking into Quinn’s…issues. We had a session with meanest neurologist ever. Quinn was unphased (thank God). I was near catatonic for the remainder of the day.

• My kids’ school district holds a multi-day cultural arts showcase where dozens of acts that want to perform at assemblies and the like give 15-minute performances for PTA representatives to watch in hopes that we will hire them for our schools. I attend for one of my kids’ schools. I gotta tell you, that mime I watched today totally cheered me up. I am not kidding. He was awesome. Changed my whole goddamn day. Who would’ve thunk it?

• “Thunk” is a spellcheck-approved word.

• I just realized that “thunk” is a spellcheck-approved word because it is a sound, not the colloquial past-tense of “think” like I want to imagine it.

• “Spellcheck” is not a spellcheck-approved word.

• The kittens are rapidly turning into cats, but are still über-adorable and wonderful. They are going to be good cats.

Small, black kitten cuddled in arms with one paw across her chest and one cupping her forehead.

This is Ruby. I think she was being cute on purpose. Kittens know how to do that, you know.

• I had some people invited to my house for an outdoor activity last weekend, but it was supposed to rain all day, so I canceled it, but then it didn’t rain specifically for the hours of said outdoor activity and I was mad, annoyed, and depressed for the whole day because of it. I would have felt a lot better had it rained.

• I haven’t gone running for weeks. I’m starting to suspect that this might be related to the crushing depression.

• We went to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2 last weekend. It was hilarious. You should go see it.

• Jack and I had a really amazing encounter in a Panera Bread the other day. Sometimes people are good. I Facebooked it:

Stimeyland Facebook status reading: "Dear ladies with the baby in Panera: Thank you for letting Jack hug your baby when he asked. Thank you for engaging—really engaging—in conversation with him. Thank you for your response when Jack put his arm around me and said, "My mom and I are both autistic." Thank you for not giving a sad head bob, but rather for saying, "I love the things that make us unique!" Just, thank you. For the whole thing. (Your baby is adorable.)"

Please just ignore that first, errant comma.

• Sam turned 12 over the weekend and we took him to Medieval Times to celebrate. Holy shit, you guys, Medieval Times with my kids was the best thing I have ever done in my entire life. I cannot properly express how much fun we had—although I will attempt to in a stand-alone post that I will hopefully write tomorrow.

Sam holding a green Medieval Times flag.

It was motherfucking delightful.

There. I wrote. I feel minorly better about myself now. Baby steps.

17 thoughts on “One Week

  1. I’m so sorry things are tough at the moment. I’m sure the time of year doesn’t help. Cooling temperatures, less sunshine and shorter days all seem to club together to bring us down don’t they? I’ve always suspected Sep/Oct have a lot to answer for when it comes to the battle with depression.
    We’re doing battle with that particular demon ourselves just now. In fact I finally wrote a bit about how we’re getting on just the other day.
    Thank you for your openness and honesty about it all. It really helps others going through similar times. It really does. I hope your particular Black Dog lifts very soon. Having black cats must help. Having black, and brown, gerbils is definitely helping us. Thank you for those too, even though they’ve just totally destroyed a lovely little plastic pod I bought for them to curl up in. :-)

  2. Taco-dile SUPREME!!!!

    Mean doctors suck.

    Running makes me feel like crap, but I can see how you need it. Aaron needs it & centers the things that make him blucky.

    Blucky is not spellcheck approved.

    Oh… I need to go to Medieval Times. :)

  3. I’m so sorry that you have been feeling down. I wish there was something I could do for you!

    To the ladies with the baby at Panera, that was such a wonderful thing to say! How clever of you to think of it and actually say it. I unfortunately think I would be one of those “head bob” people because I wouldn’t know what to say. Please don’t assume that all “head bobbers” mean it in a sad, pitiful way. They may just be like me, and not quick enough to think of something to say. But 5 min after you leave, watch-out, I have the perfect comment for you!

  4. Look at the last day of my blog post – egads! I go to sit down to write my blog, and ohhhh – shiny! I’ll get around to a new post. Eventually. *facepalm*

    Cats are magical little critters. I managed to injure my sciatica nerve yesterday (again) and am having a difficult time managing my pain despite pain meds. I was having an Ouchies moment last night, and the kitten/cat hoped up in my bed and laid on my side until I was sleeping-ish. Nothing like a warm, purring little furball to help ease the pain!

    You’d think with three cats, a dog, three guinea pigs, and a ferret, that I’d be cured of my depression by now. Laughter only goes so far. Bleeping depression! There will be up days and down days. I hope you have more up days soon, and tell that damn depression to go splunk in a lake :-)

  5. Baby steps.

    And spell check is an asshole. Not a sometimes asshole, but an all the time asshole.

    Although it kept wanting to change asshole to assholiness, so I may give it a pass. Just this once.

  6. I am so sorry that you are going through a rough patch. I, too, tend to go through this during this part of the year. Having a child with special needs is a trying time during the fall back to school season for me. So many things to follow up on and so many nuances come to light. It’s such a rewarding and yet difficult job being a mom especially when we have face all of our own demons. LOVED your bit about the family at Panera. What a wonderful uplifting way to end your post:)

  7. First, completely empathize & hope you [continue to] feel better.
    Do you think the rain is a contributing factor? I just bought another new pair of walk / running shoes in an effort to get motivated. It’s amazing how new shoes literally put a bounce in your step. [Tip: The advice to NOT store running shoes in a hot car, for weeks at a time? It is correct!]
    Did you see this article? Makes me want to get a cat; maybe two. Except for the need to breathe. :)

    • Oh, and if you read the above article, please disregard the reason that cats were originally domesticated. I just realized … it involves rodents, and not in a good way.

  8. I’m so, so sorry about the depression. It just sucks, doesn’t it ? I’m in the middle of a funk now and it’s terrible – especially since a fair portion of it is related to someone else in my life who is being a jerk and dealing with their own issues and I don’t have any control over that.

    Yours in funkness,

  9. Sorry to hear this fall has been so difficult. There really is something about this time of year. Thought it might help to know, it always brightens my day to see a new post in my e mail inbox. ;-)

  10. I could have written so much of this. I’m not writing on jodifur as much for much of the same reasons. Did the kids like medieval times? We have been thinking of taking Michael there

  11. i love you. and i love that you still find joy when it’s hard. but i’m sorry it’s so damned hard. and i get it.

    back to where we started – i love you.

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