I'm a mentally ill person raising another mentally ill person. With chickens.

Archive for April, 2011

Take 2

So I’m trying this blogging thing again.  I tried once before at Writing.com, and was honestly overwhelmed by all of the stuff on their website.  And by the difficulty in doing simple things like changing fonts and doing simple things like adding italics and boldface type.  AND of course the fact that they make you pay to blog.  Supposedly you’re paying so you can be critiqued by other “writers” and be part of a “writing community”, but I never felt like anyone reading my stuff was any more professional than I was, or any more educated.  So I’m trying again.  And if anyone reads my ramblings great, and if not–that’s fine too.

I eat weird stuff because my stomach is evil.  I knit because it keeps me from smoking.  I’m probably a huge hypochondriac. I’m certainly a major underachiever.  I’m a mom of two and a wife of one.  I am bipolar (or I have bipolar, which ever you prefer)–something I consider a spectrum disorder.  My son is on the autism spectrum, so we’re a spectrum-y type of household most of the time.

I finished my Master’s degree last May so I could be a counselor, but I don’t work because I mostly suck at it.  I’m in the middle of reapplying for disability which sort of sucks.  I’m having surgery to remove some girl parts on May 3, which also sort of sucks.  It snowed here today, IN APRIL, and this REALLY REALLY sucks.

I like being a stay home mom, but I also sort of suck at that.  I’m not so good at all of the housecleaning, kid hauling, play-dating, type stuff.  I’m becoming a decent gluten-free baker which is interesting (I do love to make a mess in the kitchen) and I used to be a decent cook before my last attempt at working so we’ll see what happens now that I have time on my hands.  I’m just not so good at prioritizing and making good use of my time.  There’s so much news to read and stuff to see on the internet and TV that I forget about stuff like the laundry and the dishwasher until my husband comes in and gives me the eye-roll.  Sigh

At one point I wanted to be a writer, so we’ll see what I can bring to the table with this trip through the disability process again.  Maybe it will interest someone else.