Today, I don't know why, everything that could go wrong was going wrong in my situations. At school I just felt so disorganised, and I just wanted to cry, but he kept me steady. After those disasters, we went home and started decorating the Christmas tree (I know how early that is. I know it's just November 12). With all the plastic containers around, I felt so disorganised and messy all over again. He calmed me down, then we baked cookies. We didn't have enough oats for raisin oatmeal cookies. Whatever, everything was mixed, and we had 2-2.5 cups (we needed 3) and I figured that'd be enough. God, I wish that'd be enough. They ended up a disastrous mess, and at this point, everything bothered me. He wanted to be cute and cuddly, but I just didn't want to touch anyone or anything. He understood completely, and gave me the amount of space I'd asked for. Eventually, I just wanted to hug him, and he just held me so close and soothed me down. Even in the car ride to drop him off at home, he still made sure I was calm. I don't tell him often enough, but I'm so lucky to have him in my life.