Comedy Traffic School Proves Not to be so Funny

It is no laughing matter.  

Yes.  I had to go to traffic school.  I stupidly (I blame new-mommy brain) make an illegal U-turn.  My defense is that it was a recent change at this particular intersection... U-turns USED to be legal there.  I didn't get the memo and I obviously didn't see the sign (or the cop lurking in the bushes) and flipped a bitch, and got caught.  UGH.  I so needed this like I need a hole in my head.  So, I got a ticket (what ever happened to warnings to those of us with good driving records???) and waited for my sentence to come in the mail.  It did.  A whopper of a fine and in order to avoid any points on my record it was suggested that I go to traffic school.  I chose Comedy Traffic School.  It's pretty cheap and it was easy enough, except I didn't think it was very funny at all.  Just because they throw in some silly looking superhero as their spokes-hero, doesn't make it funny.  Oh well... I wasn't looking for comic relief anyway, just a way to avoid points and an increase in insurance.  It only took a couple of hours (if I had sat down and done it all in one shot I bet it would've taken at most 2) and I was able to pass the tests easily enough.  Check.  Mark that task off of my to-do list.  I guess I learned my lesson.  PAY ATTENTION CHRISTINE!!!!  Man, I haven't gotten a ticket in SO LONG.  Seriously, it's probably been at LEAST 10 or more years.  Crazy.  I felt so embarrassed about the whole thing too.  What a WASTE of money.  

Anyway... just another bump along this road of life.  If you ever have to go to traffic school, I recommend the one I used.  It wasn't too bad and like I said before, pretty cheap & easy.  

baby I've got the blues...

In case you have been wondering why I haven't posted as much or as often as usual... it's because I've been dealing with a little bit of post-partum depression.  My kind wasn't the sad kind, it was the "I'm so anxious right now I have to puke" kind.  Apparently PPD can manifest itself as different things.  Personally, I always thought PPD meant you wanted to hurt yourself or hurl your baby off of a bridge.  I did not feel either of these things.  I.JUST.FELT.SOOOOOOO.ANXIOUS!!!  People don't really talk about it, PPD, as if it's taboo or something... but it is very, very common... especially after having a boy.  My guess is because of the boy hormones swimming around with all of the raging girl hormones... really causing some havoc in the head.

Anyway... I was able to admit to myself that I should go in and talk to someone, and now with the help of some medication, I am doing so much better.  I am actually on the downhill from this PPD and am starting to wean of the meds.  After assessing the whole situation I think it was a combination of a few things that really had my anxiety levels rise so much.  I didn't accept or ask for help from the very beginning.  This meant that I was on "baby duty" 24-7 for the first 6 weeks or so.  I'm sure I was running off of pure adrenaline at that point.  I was very sleep deprived and just exhausted all around.  At about the 8 week mark is when I really felt the anxiety hit.  I really think it was because of the major sleep deprivation and the constant "being on"  that I burnt myself out fast and hard.  I hadn't been doing anything for myself, by myself.... at all.  It was all about the baby.  Part of this may be because of the two miscarriages... that I didn't want to be away from this baby for even a minute.  Thankfully, like I said above, I am feeling much better and have taken some time for myself.  I also thank God that Greyson is sleeping for longer periods of time now too... that helps so much... to be able to sleep for 6+ hours in a row.  Now I need to learn to go to sleep (at night) when he does and I could actually get 8+ hours of sleep.  He has been a dream child thus far... I'm the one with the issues!

So, I apologize for not updating more often... and being quite lame overall.  Aside from being busy with the baby... I am trying to just simplify my life too.  I just can't do it all (not that I ever could before) right now and just have to do what I can.  If that means letting go of blogland once in awhile, then so be it.  One day I will return, with renewed energy.  Right now... keep the faith in me... I will post here and there.

Thanks for checking in.