Posted on June 25th, 2010
One of my old cases (caveat: not really mine and not really a case because the victim let the statute run) hit the news in a big way. All of a sudden, there are random and crazy quotes from my old boss in the news because my old boss is random and crazy. I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.
I woke up today as close to a raving bitch as the SSRIs let me get. No idea why. My kid was fine and SO not deserving my bitchy self, but I was just…bitchy. Thank God for klonopin and friends to go out to lunch/shopping with. (Major scores at the resale shops – she desperately needed shirts in the size 4/5 range – too big in the shoulders, but good in length.) P and I then took a long drive through the country on the way home, and it was all good. Well, except for the massive allergy attack that driving through the country caused. But 50 mg of Benedryl later and a nap, it was then all good.
(My husband just had a wave of irritability hit him suddenly in the same way and we’re going with an irritability virus theory.)
After figuring out my pacing issues in the novel, naturally I’ve had zero time to write. That’s a shock.
We have an appointment to meet with a violin teacher for P on Saturday. It’s so weird: I am the queen of the David Elkind school of raising preschoolers, and here I am (about to be) signing my kid up for lessons. At three. I guess if there’s no pressure to practice, it’s OK? We’ll see.