I've had a handful of posts rattling around in my head, but none of them really have been coming together. I'm refraining from any potty training posts, because, well, that might just be too much sharing and there are plenty of critics of sharing too many intimate details about our children online lest we injure their dignity now or in the future. So there's that.
In these episodes, I wonder sometimes if medication is the way to go, but I remind myself that I hate taking medication and that there are people who actually suffer chronically who need those medications, so that just isn't for me. The Hubs believes that it is just a momentary and periodic funk, which may be right, but sometimes I wouldn't mind a magic pill that restores the joy and functionality. I mean, I know Target sucks me in on a normal day, but it takes me twice as long (or longer) when I am stuck in the midst of these episodes because I can't quite focus on what I need to do. Again, there are worse places to be stuck than Target, I know.
I am finding that the recuperation from postpartum has been very different from one child to the next. With Li'l G, the blues stuck around consistently much longer. With the little man, they still hit, but I am finding that they tend to hit more sporadically and have continued into the first year. Even in the murky darkness of the fog, though, these two little faces are well worth the struggle. There is still peace that comes as I snuggle next to them and see their smiling faces, hear their little singing voices, or share those slobbery kisses. I would just rather not deal with the fog at all, though. C'est la vie. Unite it to the cross, I know, I know.
Anyone else experience these? What has helped you break free in the midst of an episode? Anyone else now suddenly thinking of Foghorn Leghorn? No? Just me? Well, that's awkward... :)