JulianlolaNew Contributor
Bipolar husband
After an extremely MANIC 36ish hours of my beloved BP1 partner "entertaining" me with his non stop, unpunctuated musings about the world in general, I made a coffee, ran out in the backyard, seeking 2 minutes of silent peace to watch the clouds in the afternoon sky. I left my beloved in the garage organising the household extention cords because "they really should be wound into tight, neat coils". Mania can be helpful around the house occassionally unless the "blue cord" is missing. Apparently the appropriate response to this is snapping into a rage and ripping the front door off its hinges.
Does anyone else ever get to Sunday afternoon and feel guilty because they can't be bothered cooking dinner cos Im exhausted? Some days can be a real challenge. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest.