Sunday Evening Thoughts

I've been dealing with depression since returning to Ohio.

And when I'm depressed (as with all depressed people) I turn into myself and I don't like reaching out. Or talking. Or writing. 

I don't like sharing about myself to begin with. My grandfather once described me by saying that "[I] like to play [my] cards close to [my] chest."

Which is absolutely true. But I want to be better at journaling. I want to be better at sharing with my kids. 

It's just hard to have the motivation to sit down and write about where we are at in our lives right now when I am hating my life.

On a more positive note, J signed Hulk up for Basketball. 

I was opposed. 

Hulk isn't aggressive or into sports. He's not athletically inclined and would prefer to hole himself up in his room to draw or play with legos. We fight with him to play soccer and I didn't want to fight with him over basketball too. It takes up a whole school evening and Saturday mornings. 

But basketball means a lot to J and his family. So he compromised with me and took time off of work so he could coach Hulk's basketball team and be there for the games on Saturday (J works Saturdays). I still go to the games but I don't have to take Hulk to practice during the week so it takes some of the load off of me.

And I think they're both happy which makes me happy :)