Sleep Much?

Something's wrong. And i say this, without meaning to worry anyone. I promise. But something's wrong. This whole past week, or so, my body, has not wanted to cooperate. It's been really hard to do ANYTHING! I can't stand it! I am now, in a horrible horrible habit because of my body not doing what i want and should be able to normally do. Now, on to explaining. I go to work from 7:30, to 2:15 daily. I don't mind this. NO not at all. It's fine. However, when i get home at 2:30, i almost immediately have to sleep. I can sleep, til 7. Which, honestly, takes 4 and a half hours a day out of mine, and I HATE IT! BUT...Either way.I need help. I can't continue like this! I need to schedule a doctor appt asap to figure out what's going on! I haven't been this tired since I was Pregnant with Xander.
Which brings me to my next point. I'm not pregnant. I had thought of that. I checked...took a test....twas negative. So i'm not pregnant. But i certainly feel, (minus the constant urination and constant need to eat) like i'm pregnant. No fun. Especially, when, you at least have a reason to be feeling like this. You're body, making another human being, is great! However....to my disappointment...i'm not. Not that i'm ready for another one so close! BUT that would for sure make me feel less worried about my lack of energy, and whatnot.  I would love to know what the hell is going on.
Next point, that needs to be discussed. WHO THE HELL, thought of the anti-depression pills, that make you MORE DEPRESSED?! Well, that's what's been going on. My extreme vulnerability, my regression, yeah...all thanks to a little medicine, supposed to be doing the opposite of what it's doing. Thanks jackass. (Excuse my lack of propriety with that word. Show how pissed i am?) Well, so, once i decided, hey, maybe that's the problem, i stopped taking my pills. Therefore, withdrawal. So, if you've ever actually withdrawn yourself from taking a certain medication, if it was doing anything to your body, you'd know it from withdrawal. Immediatly, like, after 36-48 hours of not taking my medication, i start twitching...and this isn't like, some little tiny twitch. You know those movies, where someone goes to rehab for a drug or alcohol addiction, and so they're all twitchy and weird? That's me. Well, was me. So, I all of a sudden, almost have no control over how stable i look, or walk, etc. SO, imagine that, in MY line of work, with people i DON'T know quite as well as i did in my OTHER job. Yeah, you can imagine the awkwardness. Awful. So, that's been shitty. (Yes i meant to say shitty.)

PS....Don't judge me. I have a tattoo that shows and one that doesn't. I swear. I almost always, wear a cross. (I.e. not freaking mormon) but when the hell did that become a horrible thing to be. Not mormon. Really? You'd be surprised how differently i'm treated. ESPECIALLY since i have a child, and my husband looks like he's 12 years old. My hell, the stares i get are incredible. People definitely are awesome. NOT! Certainly you can't expect me to be too shocked. I knew (of) the risks of getting a tattoo and having it show. However, I completely and 100% believe, people, are shits. (For a lack of better/more mature wording right now) I'm disgusted with how people act here. Here, as in UTah. That's right UTah. i've honestly thought of moving. I want to be closer to family. And...the family i care the most about, is in Virginia. Where there are NOT half as many judgmental people.

Enough for tonight.

"Easy A"

Just watched this. I've got a few things to say. Story...of...my life. Only..the thing is, I never told anyone that i was doing something, i'm not really doing. So really, not the story of my life. However, all her feelings, i totally can relate to. Girl does something nice, however, makes her seem like something she's not, and it blows up in her face, she's just...not that girl, and she ends up, learning a life lesson. She's not really a slut like she wants people to believe. Those people she helped, were just a bit..confused.They thought they wanted what they got, but really, in the end, honesty..is the best medicine. That and a great self esteem. (Aren't her parents amazingly great?)http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1282140/
my thing is, everyone believes me to be this...person, and sometimes, i feel like, i have to live up to THEIR expectations.  When really, I shouldn't.
AnYWaY~.... Here's my week. I have had a hard one. And...not that it's like super hard or anything, but compared to what i'm used to now with Xander, and McCord, the normal drama that I could care less for these days, are there....sooo...we got some news, and that rocked our whole week. It'll probably be very different from here on out. For the rest of the year, we'll have to help someone, move forward in life. 
Wanna hear something odd??? I found a bruise...on my boob. That's right, a bruise. Now, i've narrowed it down to 2 things. Xander, or someone at work. Now, let's think about this. I have 3 violent kids at work. And, they don't necessarily get to me all the time. So...i'm not so sure it's them. However, 1, this week, bit my finger. My finger, dripped blood, for about an hour, and then, after that, it was just, like, bandaged, so yeah. But i couldn't take the bandaid off for about 24 hours. Anyway, if the bruise was from xander, no prob. that kid, is so grabby, when i feed him, he likes to go for my mouth...usually. And my hair. So, i was thinking he could have pinched me. BUT...i don't think he would have gotten me that hard. now..my next thought,w as his teeth. Those 2 little teeth....are sharp little suckers! The bruise is small enough to where i could see him biting me. HAHA...mystery of the week? Lol.

Well, that's the story of my life. ;) Tune in for next week. Story of my mothers day week, 1st one as an actual MOTHER! :))) McCord keeps talking about how he knows exactly what he's getting me. So it has me on edge. i'm like a child. I can't wait.