It's been a difficult week for me -- when you have clinical depression sometimes things that aren't that awful hit you harder than you would like. I work hard to keep my life structured and secure and for the most part I am able to keep things in check. This week caught me off guard although I'd been preparing my self for it since November.
Back in November I posted about a rough week, well one of the reasons that week was difficult was becuase it was announced that the company my husband works for was being bought out. Now, this isn't a terrible thing -- but there was the chance that his job would disappear. Well, this week that was confirmed. Happy Birthday to me! (My birthday is Sunday.) I know that this isn't a bad thing. We have lots of notice (his job is still there until April and the company actually told them they could job hunt during work hours) and I'm pretty crazy about saving money, so we have a nest egg. And my husband will have no trouble finding a job -- he's so smart and good. (Really! Go read him!)
But I'm a little stressed out anyway -- and I have a feeling that a bit of it has to do with my upcoming birthday. I don't know why that would bother me either -- I love my 30's so much more than any other time in my life. I'm so happy now and love my jobs -- which include homeschooling my brilliant, funny daughter.
I'm neurotic. I know it. I try to deal with it. How? by baking bread, of course!
Yes, I finally decided to give the no knead bread that everyone has been talking about a try. I have a lovely cast iron LeCruset pot that my mom got for me a couple of years ago and it worked beautifully. (I've also been eating massive amount of chocolate -- thank goodness V-Day was last week!)
And I've been stitching:
I'm a good way through part 2 of the mystery sampler.
So, I'm fine -- just crazy.