We did have a few errands to run, we had to go to the post office and get officially assigned a mailbox in our neighborhood (no individual mailboxes there, just group boxes located on every block) so we can get the kids into the schools out there.
After that I had to run the final exams #1 had taken back over to his school so they could get graded and he could have (hopefully) passing grades for this last semester.
I don't know why, but at that point my mind shut down. I was done. I didn't care about anything, or more accurately I didn't care that there were things I cared about. I was done. Forget about thinking or acting on anything for the rest of the day. To say the least, this alarmed Hubby somewhat. The birthday party for the twins (actually only #2 since #1 effectively lost his birthday through his actions this week) was due to start any minute, and we had not gotten ready for it.
I informed Hubby that the only thing I cared about at that point was comfort food and not doing or caring about anything. I did express a small amount of lethargic concern as the last time I felt this way was about 17 years ago, and at that time I didn't stop crying for almost three days. People would ask me what was wrong, and were baffled by my response of "I don't know!" When asked why I was still crying, my reply was again "I don't know!" At the time I was in technical school for the Air Force, and my state of mind made learning something of a challenge.
Hubby took charge at that point. He took the kids out to find food for dinner and a couple movies for the evening. He came home with lots and lots of potato chips, three different kinds of dip, cookies, soda, two movies and a HUGE box of chocolates for me.
Now, I had been watching my diet as of late, and since the first of the year I've lost about 6 pounds. I think I found all 6 and maybe some more after the potato chip heaven I immersed myself in last night.
I feel more myself this morning. I seem to have shaken off the apathy through massive doses of carbohydrates. I'm fairly sure my cholesterol levels have tripled. I don’t even want to look at the scales. But I’m feeling better!
I wonder if I can get away with having chips for breakfast?