Reality says that I'm not being ignored or neglected. Reality says that things are doing ok and look like they're going to continue on to be just fine.
They're entirely different and I'm torn between wanting comfort, a place to hide, and to get into a fight with some one.
I really, really hate stress. It does such stupid shit to me.
As such, I've been washing dishes and attempting to battle back the mess that has overtaken my home. And I'm wondering why the hell my son has refused to take his nap today.
On the upside, he has another tooth and a couple more quite close to popping thru. Looks like it's four teeth at once this time. :P