The good news is… I’m not suffering from postpartum depression.
The bad news is… Everyone around here has been suffering from depression. Because it’s late May and mother nature is all like… let’s make it 52 degrees with wind and rain and see if people think it’s March. That will be hilarious.
But on Monday, the sun actually came out, we went to the beach and it was gorgeous. I ran into someone I knew from high school who immediately recognized me and said, “Hi Monica!” I’m starting to think we weren’t that close in high school.
Then I noticed a stranger staring at my family. I also noticed that she seemed to be doing arithmetic in her head. Then she said, “Do you have 5 kids?!”
And it was less… “Hey, aren’t I good at math!” and more like, “Do you understand how birth control works?” But I ignored her tone and gave a chipper, “Yes!” At which point, she said, “Good luck.” And she sounded like she was wishing me good luck on my Titanic voyage.
After we walked away, I said to my 8-year-old daughter Dylan, “I think we have the perfect number of kids. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she answered.
The kids are constantly clamoring to hold baby Cash. It’s like they think we are returning this guy in a few weeks.
Meanwhile, Rick went back to work today after a two week paternity leave. I may be misreading his signals but he seems pretty excited to get back to his job and resume normal human activity like eating lunch sitting down, going to the bathroom alone and having a conversation with someone without taking two kids to the potty, changing another one and breaking up an argument over who does a better cartwheel.
Well, maybe he’s a little bummed to leave us.
I think you can see the sadness in his body language.
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