I ran out of Citalopram. Im miserable and I feel sick. Kids are delightful (3 & 1), and Ive dressed them and thrown them (not literally!) into the garden to play in the sun. They are in the middle of using their buckets and spades to dig a mud patch in my lawn, they have filled my mop bucket with gravel, and are parading around filling their pockets with wiggly worms and snails. They are having a whale of a time. AIBU to think, fuck it, slimy things wont hurt them, and chuck em in the bath later? The OCD in me screams, PUT THAT THING DOWN!