It's late for me. It's approximately 11-ish and I'm still up typing. Not gonna lie, I'm spiraling a bit. It's not anxiety-this time. It's a little bit of blue. The world is a scary place right now. And there's personal stuff to contend with. One, my son is struggling himself-but he refuses to talk to me about it. He's pretending-and I think, omitting information from me. My mom spidey-senses are tingling and no one seems to take it seriously, but me. They say I'm just being ME. But, I know something is afoot-and I don't like it. Adult babies are no less stress-inducing than the diapered ones-if you still have littles, you'll see. It's coming. Secondly, things are changing with my husband's job and he's internalizing it. Not in a good way. He's pretending too. It's been...worrisome. I'm not going to go into details because it's not my story to tell, but-neither of us likes change very much. He and I are bo...
And, I'm pretty sure I'm not leaving until I get some.