sometimes i still check on my husband's breathing at night. sometimes i wake up my husband to check on my sleeping baby.
sometimes i get really angry when people use the term 'traumatic' flippantly.
sometimes i love an empty laundry basket. but sometimes i have a hard time washing all of HM's clothes.
sometimes i can't make myself shop the deals for next year's seasons.
sometimes i can feel the fear so tangibly that it makes my heart skip a beat.
sometimes i space out when i'm playing/eating/sitting with HM because my mind goes there.
sometimes i can't get out my own head fast enough. sometimes reading is a great escape. sometimes not.
sometimes, like right now, nothing seems to help.