Wow, I sure have been a regular Pollyanna the last week or so. Sorry about that. But just as one last, final whine and then I'll shut up I PROMISE, I want to present the most convincing proof I can think of that taking the pill, at least for some of us, really and truly alters one's actual personality:
I skipped dusting this week. I also haven't vacuumed for almost a week. Yesterday, I had to run two loads of dishes back to back because there was about three meals' worth just piled up around the kitchen.
Just let that sink into your brains. I don't feel like cleaning. At. All. It seems pointless and tedious and soul killing. Also, exercising, which usually gives me energy, is making me feel exhausted and spent for the remainder of the day. I get home, make lunch, shower, and then more or less collapse into a state of coma broken up only by helping kids go potty or change their doll's clothing for the hundredth time.
So if any of you are weighing the pros and cons of the pill, or already take it and are looking for something on which to pin the blame for any of your bad habits, look no further! Ya heard it here first: the pill is the devil.
*Oh yeah. I forgot to mention that the last few days I keep finding dirty dishes mysteriously shelved with the clean ones. Clearly, at some point in the last forty eight hours I put away a whole load of unwashed dishes without noticing. Stellar.