I resign myself to the following:

1) I cannot go a day or two without my antidepressant.

2) This antidepressant is more than a six-month trial. I have a feeling it'll be more like a year on it, then several months weaning off.

3) I want more babies, but am more than happy to wait until 2008 to start trying for baby #3. That's a big change for me lately, to not have immediate baby fever.

4) I think we will purchase a minivan in the next year. This is a huge concession as I used to want to blow up all minivans when I was a teenager. They were the antithesis to an interesting person, I thought, and carried a badge of shame I never wanted to have burned into me. Fifteen years later, I get it. Kid's safety and the ability to carry several of them in a vehicle without having to do gymnastics into the back row is a bonus, not a life sentence into mom jeans with the high waist and generous ass.

5) Caffeine is my very best friend in the whole world of food additives.

6) Not having my antidepressant or any caffeine for a couple days will fuck with my moods, energy, ability to deal with anything, and make me feel like I am my mother.

7) My mother's not all bad, but she will use her illnesses to her advantage when she wants and then dismiss the same concerns when it suits her. This should be expected, not a surprise. God help me in my quest to help them with building their new home.

8) We have to look at lots of crappy houses to find one with will work. As long as it has a place for the turbo-launcher of lubricant, we should be good.

9) My sense of humor and enjoyment of writing are decreased when I am not consistantly on my medication and caffeine. To alleviate boring posts like this one, take the fucking happy pill and Diet Dr. Pepper Peej!

10) I also resign myself to that I will be the only one in this house to clean a toilet, and after not doing it for three months, it still didn't grow the necessary bacteria to join forces and grab the toilet brush to clean itself. Experiment #274,098 proven incorrect.