Quarantine log: Sol 131. Yes, I’ve been with my kids continuously for 131 days. No sitters. No school. Just us. I miss other humans. Earlier this week, my children’s school released their reopening plan for the fall. It’s well thought out and reasonably comprehensive. For the most part, it is everything I would have hoped…
Where to go from here?
So… I’ve not been writing here much. I enjoy writing, and I have things to say–just ask any of the fifteen people I consistently text throughout the day. What I don’t have much to say on at this moment is OCD. …which is a GOOD thing. OCD is a tiny bit present–as it will always…
6 months and nothing to report
Okay, I’ve got a *few* things to report. Like: 1.) I was wrong. I am totally a baby person when I’m not being rocked by postpartum. I am having a blast with Honeybee. She’s a little over 6 months old, and I’m smitten. I mean, I always loved my children. I wanted them fiercely. They…
It’s not that I love you less, sweetheart
My third child, honeybee, recently turned 4 months old. I am officially confident that I survived the fourth trimester. Postpartum OCD did not return, and depression never set in. Life has been good. I realized, however, that I did not take nearly as many pictures of honeybee as I have my older children. Some of…
And just like that, it’s October
It’s been a while, so for those of you who don’t know, I decided to take the plunge and try for another child. I feel like God must have thought I was going to chicken out, because we were immediately successful, and I am now 32 weeks with our second daughter. Bug, on the other…
Exhaustion
I’ve noticed that I’m more irritable, more emotional, and less patient. While I know that writing doesn’t fix all of this for me, I do know that taking the time to regularly process my feelings is immensely helpful.
Hoarding tendencies.
Of all my OCD tendencies, I think this is one of the ones most acceptable to my family. My father, the son of a mother who lived through the Great Depression and reused EVERYTHING (even tea bags!), holds on to just about anything that he thinks could possibly be useful one day. I get it….
Slippery slopes…
“And if this is where you are right now, I just want to say: OCD is a freaking liar, and it’s guilty of committing a logical fallacy. It is.”
an Imperfect rosary…
Praying the rosary has been difficult for me for quite some time, unless I am using an audio version. OCD really likes to climb into my prayer practice and tell me that I’m screwing it all up. (And yes, I know that it’s not actually possible to screw up prayer, but still, OCD is crazy.)…
Do we really love each other?
So, I’ve been doing pretty well lately. A lot of the harm obsessions have completely subsided and most days, if I didn’t know what to look for, I wouldn’t even notice that I have OCD. (I do, I know I do. But more days than not, I feel almost neurotypical.) But, right when one OCDemon…
Mommy Has OCD 