First of all, thank you guys for the love you sent me on my last post. You all are the best =)
My mood lifted a bit on Tuesday. No particular reason, I just realized later in the day that I felt OK. Wednesday, I had my appointment with my therapist. She didn't really tell me anything I didn't know, but it's nice to have the validations. I have way too much on my plate and I need to make Bill and the girls help me more. I need to make sure to take care of myself and take time for myself - and not just the scraps of time at the end of the day. She thinks hormones might be playing a big part in my depression, but that I'll talk to the psychologist more about that to try to figure out better meds for me.
After my appointment I went to get my new dogwood tree. I made sure it looked really healthy and strong. It was tall and even had blooms on it. I took it home and had it in the ground in no time. For some reason I still haven't taken a picture since planting it, but this was before I took it home:
I got some cute little picket fencing because Izzy wanted to put a fence around it and plant flowers around it. The flowers might not happen this year, but I got the fence.
My brain started whirring throughout the afternoon. I felt like I needed to do something for the anniversary of my father's passing the next day. I was't sure what, but just something. I had planned to take the day off of work and knew I'd spend part of the day with my Mom and little sister, but I thought I needed to do something tangible. The idea developed throughout the afternoon and after dinner, I grabbed the girls and headed to Hobby Lobby.
By midnight, these had been born.
Random Balls of Happiness. The shirt they're sitting in was a very old shirt of my Dad's. I used to wear it every day in high school (telling my age, it was grunge style, around my waist LOL). I was able to crank 5 of them out. I actually was tempted to stay up all night making them, but I knew that would be a bad idea. So I finally stopped around midnight, took some melatonin and crashed.
I got up and got the girls off to school. I decided to go take a walk, but first I was going to grab something to eat and that's where the first Ball was left.
I went to the Big Dam Bridge and walked that. I left two of the Balls around there.
After that, I ran home to shower and get ready to go have lunch with my Mom and sister. We had a really good time visiting and had lunch at a steak house. It was yummy and the waitress was the sweetest. I left one of the Balls on the table.
Then, on my way to pick up the chicklets from school, I ran inot the gas station to grab a soda and left the final ball on my Dad's favorite, Diet Pepsi....
It felt really, really good. It totally made the day so much easier than I thought it would be. Of course, in a lot of situations like this, the anticipation of the day is really so much worse than the actual day. I had a really good day, but the week leading up to it was filled with tons of tears.
I had some friends and my older sister ask if I'd send them a Ball of Happiness, so I think I am going to box of 5 or 6 to send to them, one to keep, the rest to give away. Keep spreading the happiness. =)