So I had a frustrating family-related phone call earlier in the day. So frustrating that as I sewed up the final accessory to Wee One's Samhain/Halloween costume, I began thinking horrible thoughts as I stabbed the needle through the fabric. I realized what I was doing near the end and while I stuffed it and sewed the final seam closed, I tried to focus on more positive things to hopefully correct it. Now I'm almost afraid to give it to the Wee One; will my awful angry thoughts poison his little poppet?
It's hard to vent about these things. I can't call other family members to speak of this as there is already more than enough family drama to make a reality-type show. Nature Boy, sweet and wonderful as he is, does not do well with my venting. He will listen of course but does not say very much and often changes the topic, the result being I still don't feel heard. There is nowhere to take it but inside sometimes and for the record, that really bites.
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