I know some people are going to take issue with me naming Tre's feelings as anxiety. That's what it was folks...let's call it by name so we can deal with it, move through it and help him as he experiences it.
While Tre and I were deep in sleep, someone was doing something crazy right beyond our heads. Someone made a decision that could have severely injured many people and damaged a lot of expensive property. But God allowed us (me, Tre, the hubs and our neighbors) to be protected.
Consider this: Can moms be bullies to other moms when it comes to how we parent? I am not suggesting that mom-bullying happens the same way it does with kids in school; but what about gossip, name-calling, sarcasm, judgement, mom-shaming and just being outright rude and mean?
You know how you want something to work so much so that you can't think of the alternative because in your mind there is no alternative? Well that was me. I took a little blow from that, applied some duct tape and kept on moving.