A Surprisingly Sane Blog

After a couple month of rocky depression slopes, almost two weeks of scrambling up the cliff to sanity without progress, a serious crash that left me broken everywhere except my smart mouth, and finally, a really badass birthday party, I landed safe and sound at Tucson International Airport this afternoon. Still sick as shit, but safe, and bearing two kids, a backpack, small diaper bag, purse, car seat, and a single suit case. My mom was waiting for us at the foot of the escalator, and the sparkle in her eyes when she saw her granddaughters made the 3-hour flight worth every second.

Although I was a little concerned that April might scream the entire trip, or that Julie would be afraid to use the airplane potty and piss all over the seat, my fears were unwarranted. Both girls were the model of perfection on that flight. I could have cried tears of relief when every adult around me commented on how well-behaved and adorable my kids were at the end of the ride if I hadn’t been wheezing so horribly to get air into my congested lungs. Have I ever told you how proud I am of my little stinkies? They’re not always picture-perfect on flights, but they really got it together on the day I needed it most.

I am in Tucson for a week, and I was excited to land in a very cloudy, rainy desert. I was even more excited to find that my family finished getting furniture for the guest room. I get to sleep all by myself on a brand new full-sized mattress, and that is going to be complete bliss. James is a wonderful, warm, sexy husband and all, but he’s a narcoleptic spaz when he sleeps most of the time.

My plans for the week are to visit a few friends, spend time with the family, and gain back the pounds I lost during the last few week’s stress-capade on Mexican food made by Real Mexicans, Praise the Lord. You haven’t had good Mexican food until you’ve eaten at the restaurants in southern Arizona.

Before any of that happens, though, I’m gonna curl up on my bed with my blanky and try to sleep without any dreams. I have been feeling mentally stable for three days straight, and I’m optimistic that I’m back on the right medication and dose.

Although, I think I might have to go to a Take-Care Clinic tomorrow. This illness is definitely not getting any better. *cough* *hack* *ugh*

Current Mood: Happy & Sickly