I have had a catharsis. Some really great change.....more on that soon.
Last night I was thinking about how weird it is that one of the things that spooks me the most is my own child waddling down the hallway at 3am. I guess I have Stephen King to thank for that, thanks mister. But really, who is afraid of their own child? I mean, you know they are right down the hall, they do live with you....but somehow their PJ padded feet plopping down the hallway is more alarming than, let's say, a ghost. Yes, really. Last night, I lay in my bed in sheer terror that my daughter would pop her wild curly head around the door frame and say something like......like....."Mommy I haf to go to da bafroom." It's like a dang horror story, I tell you.