Psychotically Sane

Each day I think about blogging, but don’t. I have nothing to blog about. What I do want to talk about, I can’t here so I hold it in. I leave it as a story I can’t tell….

Skyler got a haircut the other day.

As much as I love his older kid look, I miss his longer locks and the bangs in his eyes. It made him look younger, more toddler like. I miss my baby. I don’t want him to look older when I can hardly stand him growing up. And it certainly doesn’t help when all of my friends have new babies. Or are pregnant.

Work is still work. My life is just as simple as ever. I love my friends dearly, so I can’t complain when things aren’t perfect in my eyes. I’m still sitting on the feeling of content. Maybe teetering is more like it. But that’s another part of the untold story.

And I am still knitting. Because it relaxes me and makes my quiet nights semi enjoyable. Soon spring will be here and then at last summer. I can’t wait for the sun, the heat and the longer days. I need a little vitamin d to bring my dreary spirits up.

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