Tonight is Wade’s last night of working night shift.

Thank. The. Fucking. Gods.

It’s rainy and Tucker doesn’t give a SHIT. Still outside.

Woke up at 4:30am and couldn’t get back to sleep.

Read my book, took a bath, watched an episode of one of my trashy tv shows, finished an assignment for school.. I kind of wish Tucker would wake up. I feel like I needed this time to myself, though. It’s been nice to only think of myself for a hot second.

Just finished my third book in 8 days.

Reading has really been helping me keep my anxiety down so I’m seriously reading every book we own.. which is a lot of books. 

The fact that is says 'Wade fucking' is the best.

So frustrated with mental illness not being looked at and taken seriously like physical illness.

Wade might not be here when our baby is born. So that’s something I’m not dealing with very well today.

Tucker said ‘maybe’ for the first time today.

Unfortunately, it was his reply to my question of whether or not what was on his hand was his own poop... but hey, new word!

It was, by the way. It was his own poop. Toddlers are gross as hell.

We bought a vehicle yesterday and neither of us has ever had nice things so this feels like a dream.