I don't share everything on this blog because I'm just not comfortable with doing so, regardless of how "anonymous" it may appear. Some of you know more about me and my family. Chances are, if I've emailed with you I consider you a friend. I'm just not comfortable having too much out here for all to read forever. I also try to only write things that I'd be ok with P reading. Obviously that's limiting, especially when he's the problem (sorry, sweetheart) because I could really use a good vent now and then.
Life here is stressful. We're dealing with several monumental changes at once and it's putting a lot of strain on us individually and as a family. While I'm confident we can and will make it through, for now we're currently living life on a roller coaster. On thin ice. At the edge of the world. (Sort of like the Grinch and Max and the sled full of stolen Whoville gifts and goodies.) For someone who thrives on routine and predictability and planning ahead, this is particularly rough.
I wish I could tell you more. I wish I could tell you everything. Thank you for being there for me anyway.