Or that I would take my daughter’s Barbie dolls and make fake birth certificates naming me as their mother and lining them up on the shelves in my room.
Or that I would even take to talking to the fake plants in my house, just so I had a reason to hear my own voice.
So I did some research and discovered this undiagnosed disorder is actually quite common for the SAHM and considered almost normal behavior.
Which helped me try to explain to my friend what I was going through when she came over this morning to return my hand mixer.
“I’m sad, Tammy. Matter of fact, I’m sad, lonely and depressed.”
“Is it because your birthday is coming up?”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not my birthday. Hang on a second, my son is texting me.”
“Number three. He wants me to pick him up at school and take him to lunch. Anyway, as I was saying, things just aren’t meshing well anymore. I feel unnecessary, unneeded…unloved. Hold on, my son is facebooking me.”