It's been a busy week thus far. Little Miss C is in the middle of AIMS testing, which means I have to drive into town early every morning with the boys in tow, drop her off, then kill a few hours before picking her up.
We've gone to Ikea. The park. The toy store. The pet shop. The library. There have been popsicles, sidewalk chalk, bubbles and sand castles.
It's been quite cheery.
Suddenly, I'm remembering that the year after E was born and I was in the darkest depths of undiagnosed depression, I made a rule of leaving the house every single day. Even though I could hardly drag myself out of bed, I was terrified that my gloom was poisoning my children. I figured that if they could spend a few hours of the day surrounded by distractions and healthy people, they might not notice my unhappiness and blame themselves. Sometimes, the sunshine and activity even managed to lift my own spirits.
This week has been exhausting, but I have to admit that this whole leave-the-house-first-thing-in-the-morning strategy has worked far better than my attempts to sleep away the remainder of my pregnancy.
Looks like I'll have to keep it up. :)