Sundays are usually me doing school work, going to the store, laundry, etc. All “no makeup” stuff. And then we’ve been going to dinner with Brent. No more, though. Today I had to go to a gathering for one of my former students and his new wife to meet his new babies. And I do mean babies. His new wife had twins and another girl had a baby that belongs to him 3 months before that. Ugh. So stupid, I know. He’s 24. I would be ready to die if my daughter married a boy that got another girl pregnant within 3 months of getting her pregnant. That seems humiliating. What a mess.
I have plans to meet someone at freaking 8:30. Ugh. I regret it now. I would prefer to be in bed at 8:30. My head is hurting. I have to go to a professional development in Louisville for 2 days this week and I totally dread that. I hate to miss school and I know my kids will be awful and I will have to deal with the mess when I get back.
I haven’t been taking my medicine. I need to take the Cymbalta today or I will get sick. That stuff causes withdrawals like nothing I’ve ever seen. I have been off the Wellbutrin for a couple of weeks now and I don’t think I’ve had any symptoms of withdrawal from it. Not sure what the lithium will do. Cymbalta will kick your ass. Vertigo, sick stomach, it’s horrible. I’m not going off of it unless I get my husband back. I would have to be that stable before I could handle it. Since my husband won’t even consider it, I suppose I’m on Cymbalta for life.
I went on a date tonight and it was actually pretty good. It was the first date I’ve ever kissed someone on. I am hopeful that I will get a second date. I never have before. I think we hit it off pretty well. I am hopeful it will happen.