Depression Crafts: The Timer

I’ve been fighting depression for years now. There were times where I wouldn’t shower for weeks. I was a zombie. Though I am on Prozac now, I still struggle with some stuff. I shower now – on a regular basis (yay me) – and I take the kids out to the park pretty often. The Prozac really is pulling it’s weight here with me, but I still struggle with motivation, consistency, and what I call the ‘fuck it’ solution.

In this time, as I’ve been getting mentally stronger, I have been making a list of things that make me happy. I don’t mean like funnel cake happy, but little things that I can do every day to remind myself that life doesn’t suck, it’s mostly the depression. One thing I always enjoyed was doing my make-up.

In this case, I have to thank Jeremy Renner for the inspiration for today’s craft. What you may not know is he used to be a make-up artist. I didn’t know either! Then he was on Ellen… THEN this beautiful meme came out and found it’s way to me.  Continue reading Depression Crafts: The Timer


I don’t know WTF

So I thought to use the toilet. I know, I have a 3yo and should know better. I hear little foot steps walking all around the house, “mama. Mama. Mama.” I call to her from the restroom, “I’ll be out in a minute.” I should’ve known it was already too late. I hear her approach the bathroom saying, “I sah- wee mama. I veh-wee sah-wee.” She comes into the bathroom: she looked just like a naked smurf. 

“WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?!” That’s when I noticed the blue foot prints leading into the bathroom. “DONT TOUCH ANYTHING!” 

I finish in the restroom, pick her up and stick her in the bathtub, and follow the foot prints to their origin- which wasn’t easy because she walked ALL OVER THE HOUSE. 

I realized that the beginnings of this disaster was in my room. “Oh no please God…” I pleaded but it was useless – I already knew. 

One of the drawbacks to being an artist is that I ALWAYS have paint out. 

At least it was in my favorite color. And I always wanted to practice cussing to myself for 3 hours hunched over a carpet cleaner covered in paint. 

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