I'm exhausted, I'm sick of study groups, I have no idea what to cook for dinner. I hit this same thing every night about this time. I keep thinking, if I wrote a wordy post, maybe I'd shape up. Except my mind is blank, there is absolutely nothing there to complain/write about. This is it.
I just want to sit on the couch and stare at the wall, and never have to feed my children again. My laundry is piling up, and the only time I care is when we get dressed and the clean underwear drawers are almost empty. Luckily I'm able to clean up a 10 month old's dinner mess twice a day. But that is about it.
Bagel pizza again? anyone?
Update (7:52 pm): My husband ditched studying to see his family. Much needed. I felt completely not depressed tonight. (This is completely unscientific and unresearched) I think my neutro transmitters don't work well without Brent around, I think my brain lacks dopamine while he is gone. Which only makes sense, since personal relationships, and love increase neutro transmitter activity, that is why we want to be in love, and have close meaningful relationships.