I still have bad days. Worse, I've been having bad nights. Insomnia has taken hold. I've spent five nights out of the last six lying in bed thoroughly exhausted and yet unable to fall asleep. Last night was the worst. I started drifting off about 2:30 when the thunder started rumbling in the distance. The rain came at 3:30. That was when I moved to the couch. Sometime around 4:30, I think I dozed off, but I know I woke up at 5:30 because I checked my phone. At 6:30, Oz was up because he had to leave the house early for work. It's an ugly cycle. Contact lenses are no longer my friend because by 2 p.m., my eyes are so itchy from fatigue that I want to peel off my corneas, let alone the lenses. Driving probably shouldn't be on my agenda. Thankfully it's been cloudy, so I haven't felt too sleepy behind the wheel (I'm weird… the sun knocks me out in the car far more than clouds do), but it's still a dangerous proposition.
I do have to drive, though. As of last Saturday, I have had things on my calendar again. Schools are out, the pools are open, and the kids have camps. This is GOOD. If I'm doing things, I can't dwell on the ugly and I can't become a hermit. Having a schedule makes me more human. On Saturday we went to a friend's house and I helped her paint her kitchen, and then Boo spent the night. Today we visited another friend's house where I hung some shelves in her son's room, and in a little while, I'll take Boo to her first day of acting camp. We also have an upcoming family reunion with my dad's family, and another friend is having a combination birthday/moving-away party. So there are things to do.
Doodlebug had his physical for his summer camp this morning. He's 5'5" tall, which puts him at the 99.19%ile. I find this number amusing for some reason. The pediatrician did, too. They have new software at her office, and she spent several minutes this morning playing with it to see what numbers she could plug in. Doodlebug's projected adult height, based on mine and Oz's, it 6'5". I'm pleased with that; Doodlebug was annoyed. He wants to be taller than his father. The pediatrician said that because he's showing early signs of puberty already, he probably won't grow too much past the curve of 'normal,' so he'll just be tall and not scary tall. For the first time today, Doodlebug let them draw blood (for cholesterol and general screening since issues run in the family, not for anything specific) without having to be held down. That was nice.
I'm not out of the hole yet. I probably won't be for a while. But things seem less dark right now. I can keep going. I'm still giving myself mental high fives for getting out of bed, but some days it's easier. I hope it lasts.