Seasons in the sun

You know the one – ‘We have joy, we have fun, we have seasons in the sun’?

Well, if  you swapped ‘joy’ for ‘grump’ you’d be closer.

A good-ish few days. Even DH said this morning ‘Why can’t I be like this all the time?’ Which alerted me to the fact that he was very cheery. Maybe too cheery. Not manic. Just, cheery, which is not normal.

And indeed, when I got back this evening, the mood had shifted. Maybe it’s because he’s got his appointment with the new therapist tomorrow. Who bloody knows.


Author: MrsF

I'm married, with kids, to an alcoholic depressive husband. I'm happier than I should be given that description, but I have fantastic family and friends, and gorgeous children, who make the bad bits of my life entirely bearable.

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