Two weeks ago I woke up about 4 in the morning and just felt weird. I looked in the mirror and I was completely white (hard to believe since I’m so white anyway) and my lips were even white. I had ringing in my ears and thought I was going to pass out. Logan was awake (because anytime I get up in the middle of the night, one or both of the kids do too) so I had him unlock our door and get ready to call 911 just in case. He kept asking if they were going to come and get me like they did with daddy a few times. It’s so sad having to hear your child say that and having to put him in that situation. He’s 4, he should not have to think about stuff like this and I think it’s making him grow up faster than ever and I don’t like it. Being a single parent is the worst.