Long ago and far away, women used to wash their worries away in a relaxing bubble bath. A leisurely soak in a hot, steamy bathroom, shut away from the world, screaming children and barking husbands. Aaaaah. A calm, thirty or so minutes to yourself and you come out with soft skin, a sweet aroma, and a new attitude.
That sounds nice, doesn't it? That would be nice if I HAD thirty minutes to spend DOING NOTHING! That would be nice if I could shut the bathroom door! That would be nice if my husband could put pajamas on the girls without an assistant!
Today, I needed a bubble bath. Wait...scratch that. Monday, I needed a bubble bath. By last night, I needed a forty-eight hour spa retreat! Today? I took a Prozac.
Aaaaaaah. I know they say it takes a few weeks to feel the effects, but they lie. I felt them, baby. You may say it was a placebo effect...who cares, is what I say! Amazingly, amidst the insanity of my afternoon, my blood pressure remained below 150 today! My blood remained below the boiling point. No steam whistled from my ears. My nostrils did not morph into the nostrils of a charging bull.
I love Prozac. I love Prozac so much, I think I'm going to take a hot bath.
Anybody care for some vino?
To Do Tomorrow:
1. Call for Rx renewal.
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LOL. Yes, I have had those days and they are wonderful. What becomes a problem is that you might get to a point where you feel so great all the time, you could care less about anything else. Then people around you don't love Prozac as much as you do.
ReplyDeleteGood point! :) Good thing I'm horrible at following through...I can't seem to take it for more than two days in a row lately.
ReplyDeleteYou are just too funny. I love that you are an open book and I love that you have this mommy blog. :)
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