In a nutshell.

So much change to report, so little time to report it. Let's see...we sold our house and moved to the suburbs. I started taking an antidepressant. Little Boy & Little Girl will turn four next week. Baby is eight months old.

Overall? Still hate my life. The meds really, really help, in that I'm not suicidally depressed each and every live long day. As predicted, though, they don't change my circumstances, and while I'm enjoying the relative numbness the medication brings, I'm fearful that the effects will be short lived and I'll be cast back into depression someday. Instead of agonizing over how unhappy I am with my "job" I agonize about the medication someday failing.

It's obvious that I need to make some kind of change with my life. The twins will be in pre-k five days a week starting in August, so I'm considering either a part time job or taking a class of some sort. It matters less what or where, but more that I get out of the house and talk to other adults.

Bright spots? I am actually enjoying Baby most days. Sure, she could sleep better at night, and maybe be more enthusiastic about eating solids, but we'll get there. She's super cute, garners comments everywhere I take her, and is generally a sunny little person. The twins are another story. I keep waiting for this age/stage to pass but it never seems to. Infants? Easy. Toddlers? Soooooo hard.

And that is where I am...