Yesterday I woke up smiling. My heart was light. My breath was easy.
The plumber was coming at 9
cha-ching yay new sewer pipes
The cleaning ladies at 1
cha-ching cleaning ladies ooooh poor me
Then a bunch of 13 year olds at 3
And we didn't have a cake yet.
Still, I felt just fine.
Not at all like August 19, 2009.
Last year, at exactly the same time, in exactly the same supermarket, buying exactly the same birthday party stuff, I felt like I was at the bottom of a dark well with no way out.
It was then and there, in the Price Chopper aisle, that I decided it's time for a pill.
The thought that catapulted me over the line was
it's my oldest son's birthday. i should be able to enjoy it.
That was it.
One of the perks of my profession is my prescription pad.
I came home, went online, and decided on good old Prozac.
There you go
What a difference a little blue pill makes
Happy reBirth Day