I am also getting a little relief from the Post-Partum Crazy I've been dealing with. I'm slowly downgrading from a full-blown DSM diagnosis to my previous baseline of mild neurosis. (Let's just say, in the height of my anxiety, that a part of my decision-making involved weighing out how awkward it would be to check myself in to a psych ward where several of my former students now work). One of these days I'll look back and laugh and write a funny blog post about how balls-out crazy my mind was these last months. But for now, it's too soon. TOO SOON, people.
You know what else it's too soon for? Michael Jackson jokes. Ask me how I know.