…I don’t feel the urge to dance when I hear a good blues or hip-hop song.

…coffee and chocolate are the only things I can get myself to ingest for the majority of my meals.

…I don’t want to bake cookies.

…going to the gym just sounds like too much work for me to consider.

…I start looking up pictures of celebrity stretch marks in attempt to make myself feel better. It never works.

…I have no desire to work on whatever craft or house project I’m currently focused on finishing.

…the mere thought of sex makes me want to cry.

…the dishes can wait.

…I can’t seem to stop picking at zits that are virtually nonexistent.

…I spend the majority of the day vegging out in front of my computer.

…pajamas are the designated outfit for the day.

…leaving the house with two kids is too much effort.

…I pull out a mirror and scrutinize my childbirth-ruined hoo-haw. And it makes me hate myself.

…all I want to do is sleep, but my head just won’t shut up long enough for me to relax.

…the details of yesterday are foggy or nonexistent.

…the TV serves as a great babysitter.

…answering that phone call seems like way too much work.

…all the caffeine in Seattle can’t seem to give me a smidgen of energy.

……………………….

Luckily, today these don’t apply. Today, I feel well.

Thank God.

Current Mood: Surprised

I read a ton of blogs, some of which you can find on my Links page. However, I do want to spotlight a few that you may want to check out.

These particular blogs either have a lot of focus on postpartum mood disorders (such as depression, anxiety, etc…), or are written by women who have dealt with a history of abuse. I am constantly trying to come to terms with both of those issues, so I find a lot of comfort in reading about the journeys of others.

• All Work And No Play Makes Mommy Go Something Something
• Coming Out Of The Trees
• Musings, Musings, Musings
• One Angry Daughter
• Postpartum Progress

All of these links can take you to even MORE amazing blogs. If I didn’t have two kids, I wouldn’t be able to get off the damn computer long enough to take a breath.

If you have a blog related to postpartum illnesses and/or abuse, please feel free to leave a comment with your URL.

Current Mood: Cool

Current Mood: Sad

…that was wearing white shorts the day her first period started.

…who dances like a swan but trips and falls on the curb into the street.

…who manages to be a doormat regardless of how hard she tries to be a bitch.

…that appears to live her life as an open book, but has more secrets than she will ever admit.

…who lives an incredibly social life despite suffering from social anxiety.

…who could never really figure out “what she wanted to be” when she grew up.

…who made her dad and brother cry when she moved away.

…that wanted four kids but will never be able to mentally or physically bear that weight.

…who secretly fears she is just a mean, horrible person underneath the smile.

…whose bite is a million times sharper than her bark.

…who can squeeze into a size four, but still looks in the mirror and sees a blubbery chick staring back at her.

…who is pierced, tattooed white trash and wouldn’t have it any other way.

…that feels uncomfortable in ritzy areas and much more comfortable in the ghetto.

…who feels angered by Catholicism yet still deep down believes in most of the faith’s teachings.

…that has a brown thumb and still manages to grow flowers in her Seattle yard.

…who loves bright-colored paint, including her orange kitchen walls.

…who has made some stupid, selfish mistakes in the past, but is learning to move forward.

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I’ll give you a hint on what I would consider myself: I live in Seattle, and I fit in extraordinarily well here.

Current Mood: Playful