I Was Told There Would Be Donuts...

When you were a child, you used to sit on your lawn, sometimes lie on your lawn, play on your lawn, pull grass out with your bare hands, play in the dirt, make mud pies, and most importantly-pull the dried, spore-filled version of cloud white dandelions out with your dainty little fingers and blow... Make a wish.  If I could count the number of times that I wished on a star, blew a dandelion into the air, flipped a coin into the fountain, and crossed my fingers behind my back to "make a wish" I'd be pretty secure in my shopping habits-right about now.  But, as we grow older we start to shy away from the practice.  We become adults-fully of jade and shade, and reality.  We lose that part of ourselves that believes in things.  Better lives, better looks, better, more, bigger, smaller.  We do everything in life to move. But standing still- doing THAT long enough to believe, remember possibilities, and just exist on this world, breathe for one minute... One doe...

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...