Don't Call it a Comeback

So I have been on the anti-depressants for about 2 months.
And for a while they really seemed to be helping, like a lot. I thought the "bad time" was behind us. Then over the last two weeks I have "relapsed," I don't even know what the fuck to call it.
But I feel crazier than before.
So strange. I was feeling GGGGGRREEEAAAAATTTT! Making plans, showering, having dinner ready on the table. Actually able to accomplish things and not just dwell under a shitload of doubt, sadness, and fear.
Now I am at a deeper pit than I was. I am scared.
I want this to stop.
I cannot even begin to tell you how much shit our fucking insurance has put us through.

I am taking my meds, WTF?

I have an emergency visit with my shrink today. Since he is going on Holiday. And jon stayed home from work on Tuesday and now he feels stressed about his job.

So we are out here, crazy, alone and no job security. At least the weather is nice...

The Kims

There is nothing I can add to this tragedy. It has been written about beautifully all over the internet.

Their shop, Doe, is a few doors down from us. As a fellow Hapa family, we watched their family grow with interest. Our paths crossed on a very regular basis, but I didn't know them.

We were in the same restaurant as them when Penelope pooped in the toilet and announced it. James beamed and congratulated her. He was so sweet with his girls.

While waiting for him to be found, I couldn't look at the photos, it is too easy to replace my own skinny asian guy's face with his.
I cannot imagine those last hours, what could they have said to each other?

I know that in the same situation, we would do anything to save our kids. In this modern age when could we think that we would have to?

Kati you are in my heart...
Sabine and Penelope, your father was a great man.

No Longer a couple

A breastfeeding couple that is. We are done.
I had this little man attached to my tits for 11 months and 1 week. Then I gave him cows' milk and it was OVER>>>

Man, are my boobs tired.

thank you ladies...

I invented a new cocktail

The PPD-
champagne
pedialyte (grape)
zoloft

well, thanks any way...

You know what sucks?
when you are the first to have a baby among your friends, and your friends are all like "oh any time I can help, anything at all just give me a call and I will be right over."
So then you call your friend to see if they can come over - for an hour and a half while the baby is sleeping - so that you and your husband can go out for sushi and maybe try to salvage a little bit of their marriage>>>

oh sorry I have to do my laundry...

You know who you are

Thanks so much for stealing my baby stroller. I mean it was cool the first time I realized people (you) are total scum-bag, nut suckers and would in fact steal from a baby, repeatedly. And so when on July 4th I went to put the baby in his stroller and it wasn't there I almost shit myself for joy. Knowing that now apparently I am marked. Someone (you) is purposely climbing over our gate and stealing our strollers like it is some thing to do.
It isn't so much that I was sentimentally attached to the stroller, I was. It was more that The fuckers (you) in this fucking city are so terrible and awful that they would steal the stroller that my parents bought for their grandson.
You know what? It is too heavy to carry a stroller up three flight of stairs then there is no where to put it once it is up there. So I bought the shittiest most ghetto of strollers off of craig'slist. I was over charged and frankly feel ashamed about the whole experience but I can get my baby around the city. It is locked up with a chain and a padlock, so fuck you!
However, there are some cat piss covered blankets on the stairwell you are welcome too, and a few empty water containers up here if you are not done making me hate this city and all its shitty inhabitants.
thanks
stolenstrollerbabysmama

To Whom It May Concern

An Open letter to the douche bag who stole my baby's stroller-

Why would you steal a stroler from a baby? How cold hearted are you that it is "ok" to steal a baby stroller? I mean I know we all have needs. But I need that to get my baby around the city.
Perhaps I can put some bottles and diapers down here for you to steal too...




In my heart I hope that it is going to a baby that needs it more than ours. In reality, I know that if it is lucky it is carrying around bottles and cans reeking of rancid beer. If it is not lucky, then it has been used as a urinal. Either way I am very sad. Having something stolen leaves you with such a peculiar feeling. Being angry and not having anywhere to direct your anger. But this was the stroller that we first pushed the baby around in and well I guess I am being sentimental.

Perhaps we are nieve. I mean this is the second time we have had something stolen from under the stairs, Behind a gate!