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Allergies and anxiety

29 Friday May 2015

Posted by Aurora in Complaint Department, Daily Drivel, In Hindsight, Taterbug

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anxiety, education, family, grief, kids, motherhood, parenting, worry

The cabin fever of winter has passed, but now I find myself sticking close to home for entirely new reasons. I seem to have moved into a town that is allergy central. Who knew? And to think I had been doing so well the last few years when I had lived in the big city. I should have realized with all these beautiful trees, and nice scenery comes lots and lots of pollen that is currently rearing its ugly head with me as we speak. Thor also apparently caught his first preschool related virus, without even leaving home. (which of course he has since passed on to me) He now has in-home head start three days a week, and thankfully he seems to enjoy it, even though he has warmed up to some of his 3 teachers, more than the others.

Thor especially seems to have developed quite an affection for “Miss Gena” the teacher that normally comes here on Monday mornings. Tuesdays he has speech lessons with “Miss Carrie”, and Thursdays he has regular in home preschool, but this time with “Miss Christie.” While Miss Gena has been very consistent with him since the beginning, Carrie and Christie are still relatively new to him, having only just replaced other teachers that had relocated and/or moved to different jobs. It does take Thor a little time to warm up to people. Even Gena had to wait several visits before he came out of his shell with her. I guess it would be hard for any kid to do well when the people teaching them are constantly coming and going. I’m hoping that this set of teachers will decide to stick it out, at least until he gets old enough to go to a regular head start class in the fall.

I still have a great deal of worry over the fact that his speech seems rather behind where it should be at his age. Gena has assured me time and again that, even though Thor doesn’t use words much, he is very bright for his age. I guess that’s what makes this whole speech delay all the more puzzling. Outside of his problems with speech, he’s already learning his colors, and can even do 24 pieces jigsaw puzzles by himself. He can’t say the names of most animals, but he does know them by the sounds they make. Owl and bird seem to be the exception to this rule at the moment. Kitties are “meow” and so forth. He now knows the difference between cats and dogs even if he doesn’t quite have a word or sound for dog yet.

This latest development came when we recently rescued an elderly female dachshund.Her owner had apparently been an elderly woman who lived alone, but very suddenly ended up in a rest home, unable to care for her. With the local humane society temporarily shuttered, this poor hound was pound bound. She is such a sweet dog, and so good with Thor and our cats that I couldn’t see letting her wind up somewhere she would probably have only quickly been put to sleep. At 11 years old she is quite healthy and active for a dog this age, but most shelters would have considered her too old to be adoptable.

Not all our animal adventures lately have been as fun. A bat decided to pay our house a visit a couple of weeks ago, and I must admit, I hid under a blanket and screamed like a girl while my husband and a nice police officer helped it back outside. No one is worse for the wear Thankfully it happened early enough in the evening that we were awake. It was pouring down rain that evening, so all we can figure is that the rain may have chased it inside when we went to let the dog out. We haven’t been able to find any other way it might have gotten in. Hopefully this will be an extremely isolated incident and not repeat itself. I hate bats. I can deal with them outdoors, but I want them to stay far far away from my house…please and thank you.

It’s just been another thing on top of everything else that’s had my nerves wound tight lately. My family has been fighting like cats and dogs since my grandmother passed away in February. It’s stressing me to the point I’ve had to go low contact for awhile with both sides. I can’t take all this bickering and fighting anymore. I just want to be happy, and as much as I’d like to have a couple of small things of hers to remember my grandmother by, putting myself in the middle of this to get it just doesn’t seem worth it. I am trying to do just what I know that she would tell me to do. I will love them all, but I don’t have to agree with them, or do what they do.

I’ve begun to wonder when life will not be such a roller coaster ride. I would love to be able to enjoy the beginning of summer and do all those other fun things I read about other families doing on facebook, or all those shiny parenting blogs I am always coming across. The shambles my life is, and how broke we are really only makes me feel like more of a failure sometimes.

Life is very lonely with no friends, or even family nearby, not that my family would be much if any comfort presently. (close and supportive they are not, nor have they ever been) Now that my grandmother is gone, I am feeling really lost. Honestly I don’t think I have ever in my life felt so alone. It’s especially hard that I didn’t get to say goodbye. My own family was too busy going at each other to make sure I could make it to the funeral. (the fighting has since only gotten worse…not that they have ever not been fighting my entire life)

I just want to be happy, I  want to get well from whatever bug preschool has drug in and do something, anything fun for a change. I want to have a fun summer the way that I used to. It doesn’t take expensive vacations, or even a non-existent beach or swimming pool. I miss having friends to hang around and do nothing with. I miss having places to go to just goof off for awhile and talk with people. It’s hard when you are barely making ends meet to even go out for a cup of coffee, much less think of other places people might be in walking distance of here. Going further than that takes a lot of time and quite a bit of planning here. You have no idea how I dream of being able to afford a car again, especially since moving here. Sadly our tv is broken, and there are a million other things that are even a higher priority for now when it comes to money and making sure the bills are paid. Hanging in here, don’t know how to do it any different.

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Just call me Linus

30 Tuesday Sep 2014

Posted by Aurora in Daily Drivel, In Hindsight, Random Tangents, Random Thoughts, Rants

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anxiety, blanket, childhood, depression, family, memories, parenting, rants, trauma, unicorn, unicorn blanket, worry

Have you ever had something you loved so much as a child that it hurt you like crazy to lose it? Even now at 43 years old I’ve been sitting here wanting to cry my eyes out thinking about my favorite blanket.

It all started when I ran into this picture online, of a blanket just like the one I used to have. I got it for christmas as a kid, and throughout most of my life, it was my prized possession.

Unfortunately it was stolen several years ago, and ever since occasionally, especially when I am really stressed out, or sad I really start to miss it again. As I said before, it was my security blanket. For years and years it went with me everywhere I went or moved, and I never slept a night without it. Having it ripped away hurt more than it probably should, but I am sure almost all of us have at some point in our lives lost something that meant a great deal to us.

I’ve been searching for 10 years now for one like it to no avail. Every time I see a listing for one online, the item has already sold, and sometimes I wonder if I will ever have my blanket back. Well it won’t be MY blanket, but one sort of like it, and I know that. Just call me Linus. I know it wouldn’t be the same, but believe me getting one like it back again would make me feel a whole lot better.

Cross your fingers for me please….this search is far from over…

Hope and fear

14 Tuesday Jan 2014

Posted by Aurora in Complaint Department, Rants, Winnifrog

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autism, children, custody, depression, family, kids, motherhood, parenting, special needs, worry

Optimism is hard for me, the last few years especially, when it comes to dealing with the ongoing situation with my daughter. I’ve wanted nothing more than to have her home, and I make sure I tell her frequently. Unfortunately every time I thought there was a ghost of a chance of it actually happening, I’ve pretty much had my hopes dashed to pieces.

There is another hearing coming up next week. I feel an obligation to be there, but part of me is also nearly paralyzed by knowing that my efforts would be all but futile. Deep inside I know that the outcome would be the same in my presence or without it. It’s as much my own state of mind that I am worried for. Should I go and go through the motions and attend a hearing that has already all but been decided, or should I just stay away and let them do the inevitable without me?

Is there hope of this ending any other way?

Should I really be spending a couple of hundred dollars we don’t really have right now for bus tickets and hotel rooms, when I know almost for sure that I will be coming back home alone with nothing to show for it but depression it may take weeks to shake myself out of?

Would I be a horrible person and mother if I just threw my hands up in the air and told them all that I just can’t do this?

Is it time to let my daughter go, and hope she will be happy with whatever life they can help her build for herself? All I can do is keep reminding her that my door is always open, and she always has a place here, even if the decisions on her future are out of my hands.

Damn this is hard…

Swamped

27 Wednesday Nov 2013

Posted by Aurora in Complaint Department, Evil Wizard, NaNoWriMo, Taterbug, Writing

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family, marriage, NaNoWriMo, stress, worry, writing

Another November and I don’t feel that I’ve gotten much accomplished, or at least not the things I had hoped to. The writing hasn’t been going so well, mostly because the demands of taking care of Thor, are just, well, demanding.

Right after his first birthday, any semblance of a sleep schedule we seemed to have Thor into went right out the window. Most nights now we are lucky to have him to sleep by 10 now instead of 8. Last night Thor was awake until midnight. For some odd unknown reason, however, when he falls asleep seems to have little to no effect on what time he wakes up in the morning.

Truth be told, by the time it’s quiet enough for me to get anything accomplished now that I am stuck at a desk in the living room, it is too late in the evening, and I am far too tired to write coherently. At least if my laptop were still working properly I could go back and hide in the bedroom at fleeting moments during the day. It’s annoying to be stuck here at this desk, especially when it’s out here in the middle of everything where it’s noisy and nearly impossible to avoid serious distractions.

I have suddenly remembered why I am really, really, not a desktop person.

Maybe someday soon I will be able to afford to get the laptop fixed, and use it strictly as a writing only computer. Thankfully all it needs seems to be a new cooling fan. The part won’t cost much, but the installation might be a bit pricier than I can afford to spring for right now.

I’d love to have a nice recliner to kick back in while I work on this novel, and not this half broken desk chair that is killing both my hind end and my back, sadly I have no such thing, just an old granny sofa that sits too far away from the screen for me to see to tell what I am typing from there, even if the new keyboard is wireless.

The rest of life outside of writing still has me feeling as if I am running in circles and getting nowhere, especially as it pertains to our housing situation. It seems we still keep hitting brick walls with almost anything we have tried, either financially, or just with finding anything in our price range in general.

I want to be in a place of our own so badly. I don’t think even John understands just how much stress still being here is putting me under. I want a home or apartment of my own so I can at least somewhat have control back over my own life. I don’t want to have to consult anyone about my choices. I am beyond sick and tired of feeling as if I am walking on eggshells trying to appease someone, who seems to live in a way directly opposed to my values just to spite me.

I was an independent and introverted person even before I came here, and will continue to be for the foreseeable future. As much as I enjoy the company of people when I want to be around them, I am not a people person by any stretch of the imagination. I want to be around people when I want to be around them, at least outside of close loved ones. Having someone I don’t want to be living with in my face, every day, day in, and day out is a nightmare for me.

Life is stressful enough, and home is supposed to be your shelter from that. What happens when it isn’t? What do you do when home is sometimes feeling like the last place you want you or your family to be?

Wound Tight…

14 Saturday Sep 2013

Posted by Aurora in Complaint Department, Evil Wizard, Rants

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anxiety, deaf, depression, disability, family, marriage, worry

I’m very on edge lately, and especially since yesterday again. I wish PMS were all I had to blame it on. I’m irritable, grumpier than usual, and to top it off I’m still not sleeping well at night. I don’t want to feel this way, but it seems like every time I start to relax a little, something else happens that puts me back on my guard again.

Yesterday, it was finding out that even after having over a month to do so, social security still hasn’t processed a simple change with mine and my husband’s account. Long story short, if they don’t do so in the next couple of weeks, I won’t be getting my check in time to pay our rent. We spent all morning down at the local office wading our way through an almost two hour wait in line, just to be told to be patient and that they would get around to it, they swear in time to make sure the problem gets fixed and my check will arrive on time. I wish I could take them at their word, but if they couldn’t do it in the last 4 or 5 weeks, why should I believe they will bother to get it done in time now?

When it rains it pours lately…

I really wish things would be good for a change here. I’m tired of always being on my guard, waiting for the next thing to go wrong, and then struggling to fix it. It’s so hard to plan for our future or anything else, when I can’t even get simple answers, even after what’s now been months and months of waiting. Why does it take them over a month to finish a simple change on our account that they could probably do with a few keystrokes? Why does it take them until October for my husband’s checks to even start, when he was approved months and months ago? Meanwhile the money for him we haven’t even gotten yet, is already being counted against us on other benefits. Sometimes it makes me want to throw up my hands and give up, but I can’t. I have a family to take care of, one way or another.

I’m not easy to live with when I’m moody like this, but sometimes I don’t know whether I want to get angry, or find a quiet place to sit and cry for awhile. My initial reaction to the news was to panic, and once scared passed, I think I cried for about 10 minutes straight. Par for the course, worrying about this morning, I also didn’t sleep all that well, but I still got up and went downtown to do what we needed to.

I know I do a lot of complaining here, but all of this has to go somewhere, and I can’t bottle it up or take it out more on my husband than I probably already am without meaning to. It’s frustrating trying to have a conversation on a good day when it’s noisy and his hearing isn’t working well, and the baby is being noisy, it’s doubly so when I’m so stressed that I don’t have the patience God gave a box of animal crackers, and repeating myself isn’t working over all the racket. It’s not his fault, I know that. When I have something I think is important to say, and I’m not being heard, it’s hard to fight the urge to yell sometimes to make sure that he hears what I’m saying.

Sometimes I worry about his hearing, and what would happen in an emergency if he couldn’t understand me, it can make me a little overly protective. I’m the one that has to keep her ears peeled for the baby when we are sleeping, and for anything that goes bump in the night around here, not to mention that it’s safe to assume John would likely sleep right through a smoke alarm without me. Him getting a new hearing aid he could actually sleep with would be a great load off my mind, if such a thing actually exists. (we are presently just hoping to be able to get him a new hearing aid soon at all)

Here it is after 3am, and I am still awake again..

I know I should try to sleep now…

Wish me luck…

Playing Ketchup?

18 Sunday Aug 2013

Posted by Aurora in Daily Drivel, Evil Wizard, Random Tangents, Random Thoughts, Taterbug, Writing

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anxiety, children, disabled, family, ketchup, kids, life, marriage, NaNoWriMo, parenting, random, worry, writing

Yes I misspelled the title of today’s blog post on purpose…because I can.

Life still seems to be stuck in that same stressful holding pattern, of waiting for answers. It’s hard knowing things are out of your hands when it comes to what your family’s financial situation is going to be like for the foreseeable future. Sadly worry isn’t really getting me anywhere, or I’d be a millionaire from doing it by now.

It’s hard to find ideas for what to write about when I’m stressed. I remember a time when writing was my escape from it all. I wonder what’s changed?

I go days at a time without writing now, and then try to play catch up when I do write. Sometimes I may get interrupted half a dozen times trying to make one post by the baby, the hubby, or sometimes even the cat, thinking he needs to do the typing for me. I love my family, I really do, but sometimes I think that in order to get something resembling serious writing accomplished I am going to need to padlock myself in a room a few hours a day somewhere I don’t have the luxury of wi-fi.

One thing uncertainty has always given me is an urge to plan ahead. People who don’t know me are usually amazed at my ability to pack rat the necessities far ahead of when we need them. I’m not a hoarder, but I do believe in having some things set aside in advance of when you need them. You never know when there will be an unexpected emergency, or your kid will have a sudden overnight growth spurt.

When I didn’t know how our finances were going to change, the first thing I did was start trying to plan for Thor this winter. It’s hard enough to find little boys clothes around here on a good day, let alone coats or anything of that nature, so that was the first thing I went after, making sure he had two sizes worth of decent winter coats and footy pajamas to last him through winter this year. As long as he isn’t in a larger toddler size by spring I should hopefully have most of his clothes except pants covered for the winter. My friend Christie knitted him a nice warm hat, that thankfully he seems to love so far.

Boys jeans are proving to be harder than anything to find for some reason. Thor already wears a larger size in shirt than in pants anyway so “outfits” usually aren’t that good of an option unless the pieces can be worn separately. I really miss the old Garanimals section of the kids area of department stores, but none of the stores around here seem to carry them anymore.

The stores I have seen in my area are like a sea of little girls clothing, with hardly a rack of boys things in sight. This is precisely why when I actually run across decent boys clothing at yard sales, if I have the money, I clean the place out. Outside of underwear and shoes, I don’t think there’s much parents aren’t better off buying used for all the longer kids are going to wear it, well, unless it’s a nice outfit for a special occasion. The styles of girls clothing do tend to change frequently, but with boys, thankfully, people tend to stick with the classics, sports, trucks, dinosaurs, and super heroes, so they don’t seem to go out of fashion nearly as quickly.

It still puzzles me why people assume Thor is a girl, when I dress him up in tie dye though. I don’t get that at all …

People are just weird I guess…

Then again I’m rather odd myself, so I don’t know why any of that surprises me anymore. This post, like so many others is turning into a ramble, without that much of a central point. I guess I am writing just to write. I need to do more of that. It’s getting easier now that I’m finally doing it. Maybe that means if nothing else, at least this mission, for now, is accomplished.

Lost for optimism

05 Monday Aug 2013

Posted by Aurora in Complaint Department, Evil Wizard, Rants, Taterbug

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anxiety, depression, disability, disabled, family, kids, marriage, parenting, poverty, social security, worry

Does the universe give you more than you can handle?

I’ve been so scared and stressed out lately I’m not really sure where to turn. I know to really understand why, you all will need a bit of backstory, on me, and my family, or at least those who haven’t been following my blog for quite some time now will.

I have been disabled almost 15 years now. I also suffer from social anxiety disorder and PTSD. Trying to keep myself calm and optimistic isn’t easy even on a good day, but when I’m stressed out like this it’s nearly impossible. Thankfully I have a hubby who is wonderfully understanding when I’m having one of my bad days.

As some of you know my husband is severely hearing impaired, and has been since childhood. He first lost use of one ear, when he was only 12 or 13, but since his late 20s, he has also slowly been losing the use of the second ear also. Now he can only hear a little, and only with the help of a hearing aid, which we presently can’t afford, because the medical insurance we have will not pay for it.

After two years of trying, and waiting a year and a half for an appeal hearing with a disability judge, he was finally approved for SSDI. I wish this were the cause for joy it seemed to be at first, but unfortunately it may actually leave us further behind financially than what we already are.

See…there is thing thing they don’t like to tell people about called the “Marriage Penalty.”

Since he and I chose to get married last August, before our son was born, instead of just continuing to live together, there will be some penalties to our income, separately and collectively.

First of all…

Even though his new income will be lower than the income I was receiving, I will still lose 80% of my disability check, because his income counts against mine dollar for dollar. On top of that insult, we now have to pay $150 a month out of his for medicare as well, which leaves us even further behind than we were before. They also are telling me our benefits will not be high enough for our son to qualify for any dependent benefits of his own. And if that were not enough, we also discovered that any financial help relatives have given us over the last couple of years, to keep us from losing our home, also counts against us as income, which erases most of the back pay we would have received had they not helped us.

Please tell me…how are people supposed to survive all of this?

Basically what all of this means, is unless our circumstances change, my family and I will forever be doomed to a state of complete poverty. I honestly am not sure how to handle all of this, or what to do since I found out all of this. Since the meeting at social security on Friday, it’s all I can do not to cry. It’s hard to sleep because I can’t stop worrying about just what is going to happen to us.

Rent for even a modest one bedroom apartment in a bad part of town is even more than our entire income now. Will we always have to live with roommates? Are we going to be able to give our son all the things he needs now? I’m worrying myself sick here trying to think of what I can do to make it better. We can’t even apply for welfare, because it counts dollar for dollar against what we are already getting.

How is this a hand up? I don’t understand it…

Would it make sense to look into going back to school, when even people with degrees are working at retail jobs? How would it make sense to take out loans for classes I may not be able to get a job good enough to be able to repay? Some people would tell us to just start selling everything, but really we don’t own much. We have a lot of books, and furniture that came from yard sales. I really don’t think we have much anyone would really be interested in buying.

Why am I venting here? Probably because I don’t have anywhere else to vent to.

Every time I read articles about the poor and the disabled, people in the comments section write such cruel things. We are not lazy, we are not faking, we surely aren’t eating gourmet meals, and driving fancy cars. We don’t own a car at all. We don’t use drugs, we don’t drink, we don’t smoke, and we surely don’t waste our money at a casino or strip club. I hate being stereotyped, judged, and made a joke of.

Is it wrong of me to just want to be able to afford a home of my own, and not have to have my husband, son and I sleeping in one room of an over-crowded apartment? Is it wrong of me to want to be able to provide my son what he needs, even if I won’t be able to give him everything he wants? Is it wrong to wish I didn’t have to worry about the future, and what would happen to us if the rent goes up again, or an emergency came up that we have no way of paying for?

Optimism eludes me right now…

Worry just keeps my brain going in the same circles…

Ray of Sunshine…

13 Saturday Jul 2013

Posted by Aurora in Daily Drivel, Taterbug

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anxiety, depression, family, health, kids, parenting, worry

I’ve been so stressed out the last couple of weeks. I didn’t talk about it here before because I didn’t want to worry anyone until I knew exactly what I was dealing with. What could happen is always worse to think about when you don’t know the answer. Thankfully this time it was good news.

I noticed some change in a birthmark on my arm that’s been there as long as I can remember. It’s gotten a little darker, and the skin seemed drier than normal. Thankfully the doctor says its benign, and likely just irritated by the sun, and to start wearing sunscreen more often.

I’m not what anyone would call a sun worshiper by any stretch of the imagination, I don’t tan, being a very fair skinned blonde, so I don’t try. Sunscreen is usually low on my list of things on my mind unless I was planning to go swimming, or to the beach. I guess I never considered that the bit of sun I get just running errands a few times a week could be a problem.

Speaking of little rays of sunshine, here’s the one that keeps me going, and smiling, even when I’m sad or scared, or just having a day that doesn’t seem to be going the way I wish it would.

I love you Taterbug 🙂

Worry

10 Sunday Feb 2013

Posted by Aurora in Boredom, Chipmunk, Evil Wizard, Taterbug, Winnifrog

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anxiety, depression, family, kids, life, marriage, parenting, worry

Worrying has always been a big issue for me. It gets better or worse depending on my present situation, and my frame of mind that day. My level of anxiety can also affect how optimistic I am at any given moment.

I worry over many different things. One of the things I worry over the most is money. Will John and I have enough money to keep a roof over our heads, and get our son the things that he needs? Will I be able to afford all the things we are going to need down the road? Will we ever be able to live in a home of our own without a roommate?

I also worry about my kids frequently. Is My daughter Whitney doing alight there in Ohio on her own? Where is Alexa, and will I ever get to see her again? Is Thor healthy and growing like he should? I will admit I worry every time I put him down to sleep at night. I must wake up half a dozen times some nights to check on him. I say the same prayer for him every night, sometimes several times a night, even if I don’t pray much about anything else anymore.

Sometimes I worry about staying healthy, and being around for my kids down the road. My older two kids are adults, but one is still a teen, and my youngest son is still just a small baby. I hope to live long enough to see him grow up. It know that is a worry because I am so much older now than before.

I worry about my husband and his health problems. What will happen if he loses what little is left of his hearing? What if his vision gets worse? What happens if he spends another two years unemployed, and he’s turned down for disability all over again? I can’t keep us afloat financially alone forever. I know he’s trying his best, and none of this is his fault.

I should be doing things to make the situation better. I have novels that need to be edited and rewritten, but it’s hard to want to work on it all when I’m this stressed out. Stress isn’t exactly conducive to creativity, at least not where I am concerned. It’s hard to concentrate, when all I can think about is how worried I am about it all.

I wish I knew how not to worry, or at least how to not let it get the better of me. Some days I just want to sit and cry about it all, other days I’m grumpy, and sometimes both at once. It would help if I knew that eventually it would all be alright, but I don’t. No one can promise me that, so the worry remains, it never goes away.

Insomnia

10 Thursday Jan 2013

Posted by Aurora in Daily Drivel, Random Thoughts, Taterbug

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anxiety, family, insomnia, parenting, worry

I should be sleeping…

I’m exhausted..

But I can’t shut my brain off after a very long day as much as I would love to be able to…

Maybe the events of the last week are still getting to me. I’ve been through quite a bit, an unexpected whirlwind out of state trip, my grandfather’s funeral, and dealing with even more things that were nowhere near my list of things I wanted to do anytime soon.

Today was also my son’s two month checkup, and his first round of vaccinations. He’s fine, mom is the one having anxiety issues over it all. I know the shots are necessary, but it’s scary nonetheless having to put him through all that. You’d think having been through it all before with older children would make me less nervous, but no. He’s still my baby, and I worry just as much about him as I did all the others when they were small.

There are just too many things running through my head for me to unwind. I know a lot of it is my anxiety talking. I’ve always had a problem with that. Sometimes I believe I am a natural born worrier. What if gets to me a lot more than it should.

Someone advised me long ago that when I was worried, that I should make a list of what all was worrying me, and then make another list of things in my power I can do to make it better. Maybe I should try that later on today, when my brain is a little more functional. At the moment I don’t see how it could hurt any, but for now I believe I may finally be getting tired enough that I may give trying to get to sleep another go.

Just in time for a diaper change and a feeding…

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  • Anette Olzon
  • Becky
  • Bella\’s Bistro
  • FabFree – Fabulously Free in SL
  • Frater Julianus
  • Frugal Homemaker Plus
  • Grandma Says
  • Hannie
  • Helen
  • JJ Anderson
  • Kodiak & Family
  • Manic Mommy
  • MomTimes4
  • Not A Damsel In Distress
  • OhHappyDaze
  • Parenting & Stuff
  • Pittsburgh Mommy
  • Raising 5 Kids With Disabilities
  • Raising Men & Finding Me
  • Raven & Owl
  • Sherri Blossoms
  • Shirley Buxton
  • Shirty Herself
  • The Adventures of D&E
  • The Life of McKenna and Maya
  • The Woman Who Married A Bear
  • Things My Children Said
  • Turtle & Robot

My Music

  • Live
  • Nightwish
  • Riverside
  • Tarot

Blogs I Follow

  • Amelia Greathouse
  • Site Title
  • Jasmine Cross
  • Infinite Ink Press
  • Duxburyite's Blog
  • The Plotting Bunny
  • Openhearted Rebellion
  • quotidiandose
  • Progarchy
  • Rebekah Quinne
  • The Belle Jar
  • hpwritesblogs
  • Aurora Wildey
  • The Invisible Scar
  • diamondeyes1985
  • Calypso Logr
  • brickhousechick
  • The Cat Chronicles
  • My great Wordpress blog
  • Welcome Travelers...
  • Living in the Deep End
  • Mama Miller Parenting
  • life of a female bible warrior
  • Living Lightly
  • Today's Author
  • "Granny Beads and Grocery Store Feet"
  • emptyingthevault
  • Shirley Buxton
  • Windows Toward the World
  • Bella's Bistro
  • journey toward stillness
  • The Matt Walsh Blog
  • 40inmy40th
  • Positively Woodworthian
  • A Dream Come True
  • Drawings For Jade
  • Poop On My Hands
  • Running Around for No Reason
  • Long Live Go
  • Free Little Words
  • Tania Ingram
  • mommytrainingwheels
  • Snoozing on the Sofa
  • Jo's Nursery
  • naturallypersnicketymom
  • The Pittsburgh Mommy Blog
  • Metal Angel
  • Momtimes4
  • KODIAK MY LITTLE GRIZZLY
  • Grandma Says..

My Tweets

  • Wake up, try to write, stare at the computer monitor blankly, waste time on social media, blink and it's bedtime, sleep, repeat. #NaNoWriMo 6 years ago
  • The search for beta readers continues. What is it with people who offer to read your novel and then don't follow through? #AuthorProblems 6 years ago
  • @HeriJoensen You did an excellent job of explaining in a calm and rational manner. Hopefully it will help educate others also. 6 years ago
  • Yes I'm busy playing with the snakeys :) Come and play slither.io #slitherio 6 years ago
  • @Vikingfist I just don't understand what makes them believe taking guns away from law abiding people is gonna stop the rare determined idiot 6 years ago

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Amelia Greathouse

Site Title

Jasmine Cross

Infinite Ink Press

We are limited only by our imagination

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Just another WordPress.com weblog

The Plotting Bunny

It's all cute and fuzzy until one eats your brain.

Openhearted Rebellion

Love is our revolution

quotidiandose

Writing, life lessons, and random madness!

Progarchy

Rockin' Republic of Prog

Rebekah Quinne

New Year New Image

The Belle Jar

"Let me live, love and say it well in good sentences." - Sylvia Plath

hpwritesblogs

Aurora Wildey

The Invisible Scar

raising awareness of emotional child abuse and offering hope for adult survivors

diamondeyes1985

Calypso Logr

Monsters and lovers. Okay, just my m/m and m/m/f stories. Or excerpts, anyway. Enjoy!

brickhousechick

Letting it all hang out

The Cat Chronicles

Welcome to the Feline World of Nera, Tabby and Fluffy

My great Wordpress blog

Welcome Travelers...

The Road Upward

Living in the Deep End

Sharing the chaos, craziness, laughter and blessings that come with raising twins. . .

Mama Miller Parenting

Passionate parenting and homemaking.

life of a female bible warrior

daily journey in spirituality

Living Lightly

Where the Spirit Blooms by P.C. Zick

Today's Author

Fostering a community of creative writers through articles, comments, writing prompts and a healthy, supportive environment.

"Granny Beads and Grocery Store Feet"

We never really grow up, we just learn how to act in public (some of us don't do that!)

emptyingthevault

For when you need to get get stuff out of your head.

Shirley Buxton

The babblings and wanderings of one woman.

Windows Toward the World

Through the Eyes of a Poet

Bella's Bistro

Your home for sweet and savory (mostly) dairy-free delights

journey toward stillness

Be still, and know that I am God ... Psalms 46:10

The Matt Walsh Blog

40inmy40th

40 new things to try, 40 days off and 40 presents in my 40th year

Positively Woodworthian

A Dream Come True

A Writer's Journey With Words

Drawings For Jade

Spontaneous Squiggles, Doodles and Smiles for My Daughter

Poop On My Hands

Mommyhood... I don't make this shit up.... just exaggerate the truth.

Running Around for No Reason

a crazy mama just trying to keep up

Long Live Go

Life, Parenting, Everything

Free Little Words

three little words that mean so much and cost nothing

Tania Ingram

Children's Author

mommytrainingwheels

Ramblings of a sleep-deprived mother

Snoozing on the Sofa

Fatherhood's Finest Hour

Jo's Nursery

naturallypersnicketymom

Sharing with you my discoveries in the homemade life

The Pittsburgh Mommy Blog

Metal Angel

I remain, though dreams are shattered, forever awaiting the return of light...

Momtimes4

KODIAK MY LITTLE GRIZZLY

LIVES, LAUGHS & LOVES!

Grandma Says..

Observations and views from a different set of eyes

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