We Love Bubbles

Yes We Do!

We Love Bubbles!

How About YOU ?

=)

Taboo?

let's talk for a few minutes about a really difficult subject:

Post Partum Depression

let's talk about how it can hit anyone.

and how you can not even know you had it until it's over.

how you can keep functioning,

going to work,

cleaning house,

tending to children,

even managing a night or two out of the house for a date.

but all along you know

something just isn't right.

your husband knows too.

everyone tells you how tired you look.

they have no idea how tired you are.

you spend so much time in bed but never truly sleep.

you blame the "funk" on the baby's schedule and sleep deprivation.

(goodness knows it's a contributing factor!)

you blame your husband for not understanding.

you blame the children for being themselves.

but never do you think you're "depressed".

no, that's for people who just lie in bed all day and cry.

you've been functioning.

(barely.)

sometimes there are sudden BURSTS!

mania, even.

when you get a task and you get it DONE.

nothing will stop you!

(depressed people don't do that!)

unless you can't for some reason.

and then the downfall...

oh, the downfall...

the tears...

the sleep that just won't come.

you wonder if these Baby Blues will last forever.

~

then Summer arrives

and after 20 months,

20 very long months,

you find that you're you again.

and it feels SO very good.

Free In The USA

On the Fourth of July, I raised the flag,
As I spoke with love and pride:
"I'm blessed to be an American," I said,
To two friends who stood by my side.
One was my neighbor, who lives next door,
He's a citizen, like me.
The other, a visitor from a hard, oppressed land,
Far across the sea.
"My flag stays in its box this year,"
Said my neighbor, boiling mad.
"The terrible shape this country's in,
The future looks nothing but bad.
"Taxes, scandal, indifference and crime,
On our land like a giant stain."
My visitor said, "We have all that, and worse,
But it's against the law to complain.
"My neighbor looked startled, but not subdued;
Then he started in on the Press:
"There's nothing but bad news; the headlines are bleak."
(It gets me down, too, I confess.)
"Our news is all good," said my visitor.
"It's just how you'd like to be.
We know what our government wants us to know;
Our press is controlled, you see.
"My neighbor spun 'round and marched toward his house,
And here is the end to my story:
The next time we saw him, he was out in his yard,
Proudly raising Old Glory.

-By Joanna Fuchs