Me? Depressed? Nah.

I've had a rough week. The babies are just getting over their bout with the dreaded hand-food-mouth disease. Now it looks like Miss Princess S. has eczema - its all over the back of her legs. Since she hasn't been feeling well, her separation anxiety has gone off the charts - I can't even leave the room without her having a hysterical fit. I must say, its beginning to wear on me. I've been depressed as all hell - I'm starting to feel like I can't breathe. I find myself watching Noggin with the girls, and wishing I could run away to "Big City" and live with Oswald...Pinky Dinky Doo has a pretty cool crib too...hell, I'd even go bunk up with Maisy for a couple of days. I'm hoping that the hydrocortisone kicks in and starts to work soon, because something's gotta give.

In other news, DH went to visit his brother last week for a "guys day out" - which means they hung out by the pool, drinking beer, scratching their balls - or whatever it is that men do when they're alone with no chicks around. My BIL sent home some fresh veggies and herbs from his garden ; the BEST cherry tomatoes (so hard to find tomatoes in the market that actually TASTE like tomatoes), fresh oregano, chive, sage, rosemary and basil. The other night I made myself the best salad with the tomatoes, mozzarella, the fresh basil and some olive oil and balsamic vinegar. It was amazing, like summer in a bowl.

Speaking of food, the times they are a'changin'.

I recently had my annual physical, and the news ain't 100% good. Thankfully, my pulminary tests and EKG were fine.But, as I'd feared, my A1C and glucose levels are high. I'm pretty close to being diabetic (damn that gestational diabetes all to hell)...and I'm pretty pissed off about it.

OK. Yes. I'm chubby. Whatever. And yes, I knew this was a possbility. But dammit! I just want to have a cold Coke when I want, or eat a Cinnabon when I want, and not have to worry about it, know what I mean?So, now I have to begin watching my diet. DAMMIT! And I'll do it. Because at the end of the day, I want to be here for my kids. But I'm going to be annoyed by it in general.YES. I know I'm being a selfish bitch. YES. I know I'm being a child about it. Too bad. But I'll do it. I'll friggen do it. And I'll hate every second of it. Now if I can only figure out how to add a couple more hours onto my day so that I can hop on my treadmill.

Anyone heard any good jokes lately? i'd love to hear one.

Here's the Friday Fiver

1. Do you work hard or do you take the easy way out? - Depends. Sometimes I'll take a shortcut if its something I really hate doing.
2. How's your day going? - SEE ABOVE.
3. How many pairs of shoes do you own? - Not enough. Two pairs of sneakers and a couple of dress shoes.
4. Do you consider yourself cool? - Not anymore. Sigh.
5. What's the last song you listened to? - Can't remember. If I still had my MP3 player, it might be easier to remember. (i hope that son of a bitch burns in hell by the way)