This is so very, very sad, but I simply can’t help it.
Each morning, it begins — these thoughts that take over my brain, consuming my day. I think on it while taking care of my kids, imagining the worst possibilities and how they, my sweet babies, would be affected.
Last night, after Mr. Boy’s 3:30 AM diaper change, I couldn’t go back to sleep thanks to thoughts that kept swirling round and round and round my sleep deprived brain. Did I have all I needed to be prepared? Should I go to the store and start stocking up on the essentials? Will Hubby be around for all that needs to done? Will my children be safe during this time? How do I know when I’ve done enough to prepare?
Yes. 3:30 AM. Thought after thought. Question after question. All because it’s the first week of November, which means . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Yesterday, I spent HOURS mentally cataloging my trees (yes, plural), ornaments, nutcrackers, and general decorations. I researched stocking patterns, as I’ve decided that THIS year I am making personalized stockings. I even began making a list of the sweets and goodies that I want to make (mmmmm . . .Divinity and Toffee!).
Please, someone — ANYONE — tell me that I’m not the only one!
