The Eggo Monster

Good morning everyone. My morning is going pretty well; finally got some sleep. I am concerned though; there appears to be an Eggo stealing monster in my home. See I do the Atkin's diet to lose weight from the meds I take( all my BP peeps will understand this) , and for the last week, I have been eyeballing a large box of Eggo waffles in my freezer. Well this morning the perfect stage is set; my oldest son is still asleep like he worked the night shift doing some really manual labor, my wife, the household diet police, is at work, and my youngest son is at boys and girls club plotting how to drive me crazy when it is time to pick him up. Everything is ready but the eggos....my kids have evidently eaten a whole box of eggos in two days; like it is the last box of eggos anyone is ever going to eat. Of course, my life would be very very dull without the Eggo monster, so I guess I will overlook it and go hungry this morning. Hopefully my wife will not come down too hard on me for my planned indiscretion. Eggos are wonderful. Of course, an investigation into the Eggo monster and his relation to the sock monster, and the remote monster has to be undertaken with the up-most of speed.

     See, bipolar doesn't have to define who you are. It can be terrifying, debilitating, and a horrible nuisance, but I think the real joy in life comes from the Eggo monsters and the wife who polices the food you eat. I know it is hard for us to see anything positive about ourselves, but I believe with all of my heart, that we are not defined by Bipolar disorder, but instead we are defined by the Eggo monsters and policing wifes that love us through all of our ups and downs. In a sense Bipolar disorder is a blessing; it forces the veil of love between the sick people and leaves it all open, there to see. I never have to wonder if I am loved. The veil for me has been torn down a long time ago.