Morning couchies, today's supposed to be my last day working til 7pm, and last I heard, I don't have to work Sunday woohoo! A 2 day weekend! I know I've worked only 4 Sundays but it feels like more! I'm trying to focus on the good stuff and not worry/ruminate about my son, trying to remember that it's true that I could spend 24 hours a day worrying and it wouldn't change anything for the better - all it does is wear me down and make him worry about me and I don't need either one of those, do I? Y'know I just realized something. I think to me, if I don't worry, I feel like that means I don't care. Like, worrying is the only proof that I care? I don't know if that makes any sense.

I gotta go get ready for work, have a good morning/evening couchies! I'll probably pop in later on break or lunch as usual. Hugs to those who want 'em.