I fear that my last article may have worried some people...I don't want to revisit it or even read whatever comments were left because I just want to move on. Bipolar is a scary thing, and every time I come through a murderous phase I'm glad I didn't do anything crazy. I get really irritable, beyond the point that I think most people can imagine.
Aaaaanyway, I'm a little manic today, but I'm trying to channel my energy in positive ways. I cleaned & vaccumed the car out with a vengeance. I drove really fast and turned up the radio really loud on some songs that are usually too harsh for my taste. Unfortunately John & the baby were with me so John didn't like the way I was driving. It's only half way through the day, I just took John to work, soon Michael will wake up. I have lunch ready for him, then we're getting out of this apartment and we're going to go outside. To the dinosaur park, but first we need to buy milk. These seem like simple things, but all my life I've been so used to just getting these things done by myself. Now it's great to have company, but it can be so hard to get the simplest things done with a baby. Between me doing my hair and getting everything ready for the baby, it takes up to an hour to leave the house, when we really wanted to leave right away.
What I really sat down to write was... It's a New Day. I learned yesterday that I have to write a tidbit for my English class entitled, "The best day of my life." That stumped me. So I determined that I would make today the best day of my life so that I'll have something to write about. Well, that hasn't happened yet. But it's only 3:30pm so when Michael wakes up, we're going to have the best day of our lives.
