I was busybusybusy yesterday and this morning, cleaning the house to prepare for my parents’ visit.  Mom and Dad were going to be going to a Rose Show up in. . .argh. . .starts with an H, next to Keansburg.  I hate when I blank like that!  Anyway, they had a surprise visit from my Aunt and Uncle earlier this week, and they brought along a nasty cold, which Mom now has, so she cancelled on me.  I feel bad – I know she was looking forward to the show and to seeing the girls.  But. . .my house is clean!  They need to come again either real soon, before it gets messy again, or a few weeks from now, when I need impetus to clean again.

Second change of plans was agreeing to try a different antidepressant.  The experience with paxil has made me seriously anti-medication, but there are too many mental and emotional roadblocks to therapy being helpful, and too much mental and emotional turmoil for me to happily get through each day.  This new doctor asked a ton of questions, answered a ton of questions, and I’m giving Cymbalta a try.  The fact that he did not pooh-pooh my paxil story, knew exactly where I was coming from, was very reassuring and made me feel a little more secure in taking his advice about meds.

And. . .had to have dinner without the hubby tonight.  His morning commute was almost an hour longer than it should have been, so he knew he’d have to stay a bit later in the office.  Then he had to have extra work done at the dentist – more delays in leaving work.  Then the client called and needed help, as he was about to walk out the door.  Ugh.  Well, he’ll pick up chips and beer, we’ll watch tonight’s Survivor, and it’ll all be better by 10.