So for spilling my guts

 This is what this is for. My original intentions being to make a place where I can secretly go to rant and rave and not worry about people reading it. That won't happen. I suck at secrets. SUCK.AT.THEM. But this is my place to go and say everything I think. I don't need reassurance or condolences or pity, or ANYTHING. I need a place to be. I'm stuck inside of my head all the time, and it never ends well. I have no one I can really talk to about it. I'm fine with that, I'm not really a "sharer" anywhoo. I don't feel right boo-hooing to someone about all of my awful problems. There are so many people out there who would kill to be in my position, or some semblance of it. There are tons of people out there who are so much worse off than I am, and all I do is complain. The truth of the matter is that those facts do not help me when I feel helpless. I feel swamped, and there's nothing I can do about it. It's my fault I'm in this position, and no one else's.

 I am NOT ready for this baby. I never will be. I thought about it a bit in the car on a trip to the library, and I think I mostly just resent the change. I don't like having to share my home with another person. I don't like having to share my bedroom with her! Her bed is huge and takes up so much room, I feel like I just gave up my only sanctuary. It's completely selfish and unreasonable, but it doesn't mean I don't feel it. Now The Boy has to share me, which I can't stand. It's been just him and me for so long now, that to change it feels rude and uncalled for. Even when I would date and have a steady boyfriend, they didn't come between us, I always had plenty of one on one time with him. That's about to all go out the window. I have this feeling he's going to do horribly with this adjustment. He's 100% a Mama's Boy and really probably won't like The Girl at all. But that's life. It changes. I hate change.

 I took The Boy to the library today, and he cavorted about the place as if it were a magical wonderland. For a 4 year old with an over active imagination I bet it is. Too bad it was so close to closing time, because we'd have stayed a while. It's friggin hot here. My a/c really helps with the humidity and makes it bearable in here, but only in the living room. Poor kid, were all crammed on top of each other here. Back to the library, and what I found so funny. We made a beeline for the movies, as The Boy has no patience to spare for story time, and won't sit still for a book. What movie does he pick out? How The Grinch Stole Christmas. He just LOVES Christmas, because, "It's just like my birthday Mama." I love this Boy. He's pretty amazing.

"I'll say cheese real big Mama"

"I need to hold them with my neck"

The tray of red raspberry Rice Crispie Treats I made today, they're delicious thank you for asking. I ate them all.

So this is new...

I have a very long day, and weekend ahead of me. I follow so many people around the internet that have decided to share their lives with the common folk. I want to do the same. I don't much care if anyone reads it, as this is mostly cathartic for me. I have so much going through my head every day, and no one to tell about it. I have friends, and family, who just don't understand. They may get one aspect or two, but they don't get the entirety. I am so thankful that as far as I know there isn't any one around me that has this load on their mind and heart. Each day it is a complete struggle to move, to get out of bed, to LIVE. I have no valid reason for feeling this way, given how generous life and karma have been to me. This matters not to my apathetic little soul. This concludes my introductory post in the world of blogging.