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(The return of bandom lyrics as titles. Yeah, I'm at THREAT LEVEL: BANDOM.)
Soooooo there's a whole bunch of little stressors going on (nothing health related for any of us, just to head off those worries.) Nothing dire, but a lot of them. There's also a big stress thing going on that I am not talking about yet (again, not health or relationship stuff), and ongoing days of bad sleep. Let's just say that say my ability to cope is a bit thin right now.
(My G-D, I am craving clove cigarettes right now. Not gonna happen, but i really want to take a few drags of one and feel my head go swimmy.)
The Stroppy One correctly decided that I needed people and distraction, so we went and hung out with minim, spouse, and the teenaged Tickybox last night. It was good! It was what I needed! During the course of the evening, I picked up Tickybox's bunny-squid plushy thing that was in her Easter basket, which was squishy and velvety and nice. "What IS this?" I asked. "It's a Squishmallow", said the kid. I'd heard of Squishmallow plushies, but never actually held one.
She went to her room and came back with a large bat Squishmallow, which was a Halloween limited edition. She handed it to me, I hugged it, aaaaand then my eyes started overflowing. It's a thing that happens when my general stress levels get high enough, but I was NOT expecting it to start up because I was hugging a large plushy bat. There was discussion between the Stroppy One and Tickybox - she'd never really bonded with squishy bat or even named it, so the Stroppy One offered a trade of a big plush bunny for the bat. She was enthusiastic about that, so I now have a large squishy bat plushy named Biddle.
Crying when handed a stuffed animal to hug. That's a little weird, even for me. Ugh.
Soooooo there's a whole bunch of little stressors going on (nothing health related for any of us, just to head off those worries.) Nothing dire, but a lot of them. There's also a big stress thing going on that I am not talking about yet (again, not health or relationship stuff), and ongoing days of bad sleep. Let's just say that say my ability to cope is a bit thin right now.
(My G-D, I am craving clove cigarettes right now. Not gonna happen, but i really want to take a few drags of one and feel my head go swimmy.)
The Stroppy One correctly decided that I needed people and distraction, so we went and hung out with minim, spouse, and the teenaged Tickybox last night. It was good! It was what I needed! During the course of the evening, I picked up Tickybox's bunny-squid plushy thing that was in her Easter basket, which was squishy and velvety and nice. "What IS this?" I asked. "It's a Squishmallow", said the kid. I'd heard of Squishmallow plushies, but never actually held one.
She went to her room and came back with a large bat Squishmallow, which was a Halloween limited edition. She handed it to me, I hugged it, aaaaand then my eyes started overflowing. It's a thing that happens when my general stress levels get high enough, but I was NOT expecting it to start up because I was hugging a large plushy bat. There was discussion between the Stroppy One and Tickybox - she'd never really bonded with squishy bat or even named it, so the Stroppy One offered a trade of a big plush bunny for the bat. She was enthusiastic about that, so I now have a large squishy bat plushy named Biddle.
Crying when handed a stuffed animal to hug. That's a little weird, even for me. Ugh.
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We've been living in it too long
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I'm glad you have a squishybat.
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