All right, enough whining! It really does help to vent it into a blog post: writing it down lets me stop thinking about it so much. And notice both whiny posts were in the late afternoon / evening: I go through the whole day just feeling kind of bleh, and then it's evening and I'm tired and there's no dessert and the coughing is starting and it's ACK DESPAIR TIME ACK!!
Next time I see the doctor I'm going to ask about the coughing asthma thing. It definitely gets worse when I lie down; I've been sleeping upright in the recliner the last few nights because if I lie down I wake myself up with the coughing. I once tried my mom's rescue inhaler (er, I mean, JUST KIDDING, I WOULD NEVER BREAK A FEDERAL LAW BY USING MEDICATION PRESCRIBED FOR SOMEONE ELSE) and it didn't help (IN MY IMAGINATION, WHICH IS THE ONLY PLACE I WOULD USE SOMEONE ELSE'S MEDICATION), but perhaps a different medication would help. And in the meantime I'm going to try the Zyrtec.
The stranger cat is probably out of the basement. We put the cat door on in/out mode so the cat could leave if it wanted to. My plan of posting Found Cat signs was not going to work: we couldn't get a hold of the cat even if the owners called us. We will just have to hope that it is an owned-but-collarless cat and that it will find its way home, and that if it IS a stray it will find a family that doesn't scare it half to death. We ARE kind of LOUD.
I agree with everyone who said the Pill is probably contributing to the moody despairingness. Problem: if I stop taking it, Paul will get Teh Snippage. Soon I will be ready for that, but not yet. I am hanging on to a tiny lingering hope that he will say, "Actually, now that the four oldest are in school, I guess we COULD handle another!" So. Stuck with the hormonal craziness element for now.
Okay, now I am going to go get another cup of coffee, and put on one of my pretty rings, and finish up today's Milk and Cookies post which is going to be about earrings for 14-year-old girls so that means I get to look at more pretty jewelry and that should be cheering.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...