Popping pills

Well, I upped the lexapro and feel better again. Oh, and I'm taking ambien for the insomnia which helps as well. I wonder how long I can keep upping these medications but I figure I'm not really doing any more harm to my body than I have done in the past...and what's the use of prolonging life really if you can have a happier shorter life, right? I don't know. I feel better though and that generally only lasts as long as I don't think too much so I won't dwell on mortality for now.

On a lighter note, one of my friends called my attention to this news story and I thought it was such an accurate representation of life with my children that I thought I'd pass the link on. If you just had two monkeys...now, that would be a little more accurate. Some days I literally walk through the house with one child "suction cupped" on to each of my legs. Today, my son informed me that he wasn't going to go to preschool anymore because he is scared without me. He is scared of karate. He is scared in his room. He is scared to go anywhere without me. I don't know what this phase is but it NEEDS TO END. Regardless, it means that I have children climbing on me nearly all hours of the day...and you should see me try to sit and use the computer. I seem to fall into the trap every day of thinking that the children are absorbed in their morning show and, sure enough, as soon as I pull out the laptop, I have two monkeys climbing into my lap with no regard for what they are stepping on...my stomach, the keyboard, the arms of the chair, the table, eachother...whatever...it is much like the clip. Amusing.