Party Time

Saturday was a      day

Anxiety Range: 1-4
Depression Range: 1-3
Impulses: 3
Activity Level: 1
Light Time: 0

I changed my humane society shift to 9-11 instead of starting at 8:00 so I could get a little more sleep and besides, the phone hardly rings before 9:00. I skipped my light time (which I found out that missing one or two days in a row does not really affect things) and headed out the door with my coffee. I got to the humane society at 8:30 and set up my laptop. The phones were busier that usual, and near the end I found it very difficult to work; I was doing my blog entries for Thursday and Friday.

On the way home, I got a call from my mom reminding me that we would be getting together this weekend at my house to switch around clothes. We would be sorting the kids' clothes into summer or winter things, and taking out the things that are too small. She was actually on her way, and the house was pretty messy. I got home and cleaned up the kitchen and dining room table where we would be eating lunch, and got all the clothes together so we could just start working right away. Doing the kids clothes led to folding the clean laundry pile in my room and cleaning the room as best we could. She was determined to get my life organized even though I didn't want her touching all my things.

I took a short nap and then started getting ready for a Halloween party. I was going with my sister since Husband is anti-social and never has fun at these sort of things. Sister dressed as the tooth fairy and I put on Husband's Coast Guard uniform, hat and all. We were gone until like 11:00, and that was early considering all the new people coming in. We were the first to leave, and the party was just getting started.

While getting ready for the party, Daughter was upset that she didn't get to go, and once she figured out that it was a costume party, she was even more upset. To make up for it, she got out her dress up stuff and danced and danced for us, switching dresses every five minutes. It was cute.

Overall anxiety for the day came and went and didn't get too high, depression hit only for a little amount of time. The highest anxiety was while getting ready for the party. I didn't know what I wanted to dress as, or if I just wasn't going to dress at all. I thought and thought, and looked for ideas while looking through my closet, and I just didn't have anything that I felt was good enough.