Residual

If there is one annoying residual from my experiences over the last five years, it would be my complete disdain for making plans.

Honestly, I try to avoid making plans at all costs. It is really bad.

I hate making plans ahead of time. I know it is my PTSD controlling me, but I can't help it. I got so afraid of making plans because it seemed that every single time I did, something would happen. Now while the rational part of me knows that isn't the case, my heart can tick off the times when our plans went south.

We got an invite to a cousin's kid's first birthday for this Saturday. I couldn't bring myself to RSVP until the very last minute, and when I finally did commit I just knew I was pissing off fate.

Sure enough, Sh.awn started throwing up this evening.

I HATE it when he throws up. Ugh.

The good news (if you can call it that) is it looks like he has a fever, too. (Which for us makes it more likely that this is a bug of some kind rather than his head.)

But, this is not something my psyche needs to deal with right now. I could do without any more scab picking at this particular moment.

Keep on keeping on, right?