Depression

I'm depressed. I need to find my ZEST. Mike told me to try Prozac... Really, though, I'm depressed. I hate for Mike to be gone all week. It's lonely. I didn't realize how much so until this past week. I can't go with him because the place he's staying doesn't allow kids...how stupid is that? I have Isaac's 1st birthday party coming up this weekend and my house is in shambles still. Boxes need to be unpacked, things still need places...lots of things need to be thrown out already and I have no floors. That's most depressing of all. I need floors NOW. I hate having a party with nasty floors. Aaaaargggghhhhhh!