Happy birthday to me.

I hate September...And not because I get old on the 30th. TODAY! This September has been not much better than the last 7..Or is it 8 years???? Anyway it hasn't been any worse either. At one time I was going to blog about WHY I hate September, I don't remember if I did and now I have very little desire to do so. Maybe I should..Might help my post traumatic stress syndrome, a diagnosis, which at one time I didn't really feel was accurate but now makes a lot of sense. I try not to focus on it and for 11 months out of a year is just everyday normal. But come September the gray fog fades in slowly enveloping my mind and personality in dense suffocating coldness. I would sleep all day, if I could. I should try to stay busy but I can't seem to get enough energy. Babycakes has helped a lot, keeping her from doing herself serious damage is a VERY absorbing distraction. "No Baby, Spit that out, What IS THAT????" "No Baby, kitty tastes nasty, be gentle with kitty!" "No Baby, come back here!...Mommy needs a nap, can I have a nap?" She is very fast and funny. The Joy of watching her grow has been very healing. I haven't been able to let her crawl around much lately so she has spent a lot of time in the playpen throwing her toys over the side. But soon the gray fog will roll out and I will be alive again. Baby and I also have Colds...blah! September is almost over, Happy birthday to me! This year I feel like a very beat up 120.