5/20/2003 04:42:18 PM|||Amy|||It all goes on. With or without any of us.

There are days when I feel like a belly with two legs and a head. No more and no less than that. Today is one of those days.

I threw up in the trash can under my desk, then went and had a large spicy lunch capped off with a Frosty from Wendy's. I firmly believe in the curative powers of the Frosty. It is better than Tums for indigestion. It also tastes a lot better. So what, if I'll have an extra 20 pounds clinging to my ass when I have the baby? I would suck up 10 Frosties a day if I could afford it.

Later, when I was struggling to stay awake and thinking that the best thing after a large Frosty is a nap, my mother called. This is how the conversation went:
Mom: Hi!!! How are you doing?!?!?!!
Me: Fine. I'm really sleepy and I threw up today, but otherwise I'm okay.
Mom: Good! When do you think you'll be home? What do you want to make for dinner?

The problem at my house is that, since the kids and I are staying with my parents, I have become the sole and unwilling caretaker of everybody. Husband relies on me to make decisions (because I "won't like" what he comes up with), Children rely on me to fulfill their every need, and Parents depend on me to do a large part of the house-cleaning and most of the cooking. It's all really wearing me down. No wonder I'm depressed all the time.

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