Just a random thought. Kids spent last night with WAW. I couldn't get out of bed to save my own life this morning. And I was struck that that's a pattern; whenever they're with Mom, I am useless. I veg in front of the teevee, I fiddly-fart around the Internets Tubes, I don't produce. I wonder if there's not a kind of "situational depression" that happens to people from time-to-time? I hate it when they're not around, even though when they're around they make me mental. Maybe it's just the symbolism of the absence. Kids are gone; marriage is gone.
