OK, I am officially worried.  We are not financially set in any way, shape or form.  I went to write a check this morning and my Bass Pro credit card is missing.  Of course, I call my husband and chew him for getting in my wallet, let alone my purse.  He tells me he never took it and blames it on my anxiety, depression – HAVING A BABY- and the fact that I keep losing things.  Well so sorry asshole, but that does not find my credit card.  So, now I get to worry all day long, until I make the 45 minute drive home to search the house and clothes.  Too bad I can not remember using it lately.

As far as the bipolar, crazy new mommy, the Dr. prescribed an antidepressant and the husband (you know the wonderful one from the above story) thinks I am less a woman, wife and mother if I have to rely on the meds.  As you guesses, I am not taking the meds.  I feel bad enough, don’t need the help of those who are supposed to love me.

Well, time for me and my pity party to take a hike before my pinata of tears opens wide.