Manic Part 2

I edited this post a bit since I was manic when I wrote it, but left it largely untouched to show where my mind is at when I'm manic.

Here is the unedited post:

I wrote earlier that I hoped this past manic episode would be my last. Unfortunately, when the manic episode ended, a depressive phase and then a mixed state episode hit me hard. Now, it's 3:35 a.m. and I can tell I'm not going back to sleep.

Yesterday was our daughter's graduation from preschool. I've spent the past four years being home with her for two days a week, and in some ways it seems like that little-two-year old was forever ago, but in other ways it seems like those four years went by in the blink of an eye.

After the graduation, we headed to my older son's school for an end-of-the-year chapel and picnic. I stayed at the preschool chatting a bit too long and had to rush over to my son's school where I fortunately caught the last ten minutes of chapel. The first thing he said to me was, "What took you so long?"

When I'm manic like this it's hard to stay focused. On Friday I woke up at 4 a.m. and packed the kids' lunches, even though neither one of them needed a lunch. All of a sudden it was 5 a.m., and I have no idea how packing two lunches took almost an hour.