Red Flags are for Wussies.

I’m not sure what to make of today. It is day 3 of being off the Adderall and on the Vyvanse. I’m going to chalk up how I’m feeling to the medication change.

I could barely get out of bed this morning (so far, not a huge deal. I have a really comfy bed). I did my morning hustle and got to my classroom with wet hair and 15 minutes until the bell. I cruised through my first two classes and then had my lunch break. I have lots of options for lunch. I didn’t have lunch though, it seemed too difficult to put together a plan (no red flag here. Lots of people have trouble putting together and carrying out a simple plan). Teachers are totally used to not drinking, peeing, or eating during the school day. I had a perfectly good rest of the school day, a quick parent meeting after, and then out the door.

I was anxious to get home.

The thought of a quick nap after work had been banging around my head since I had got up this morning (I’m sure a lot of people focus on getting back into bed as soon as they wake up in the morning). I walked in my door, said hello to the sons and the husband. I told them I was just going to lay down for a few minutes. A few minutes turned into a few hours and my husband woke me up for dinner (you can never get enough sleep, right?) I wasn’t interested in dinner or getting out of bed. I couldn’t get out of bed. I hate not having dinner with the family (it really stresses my older son out when I won’t get out of bed). It was another two hours before I heated up my dinner in the microwave and ate.

I can hear my sons laughing and horsing around upstairs (their laughter sounds like fingernails on a chalk board to me right now). I’m going back to bed. I’m sure there is nothing to worry about. Tomorrow will be a better day.

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