muted expression

I've been feeling a bit mute lately. It certainly isn't that I lack stories. I'm just having difficulty figuring out how to write them down. How to articulate what I'm thinking and feeling and mulling.

Z however isn't having any sort of crisis of expression. He is at that stage where he is renegotiating his boundaries. He wants more independence. He wants more justice. He wants more candy. And I'm not sure he's ready. (I am quite sure about the candy.)

What I am absolutely positive about is that I'm not ready.

He's my baby. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

A couple of nights ago he was so completely done with me that he said with a quite a steely glare that he would get his good brother to take him trick or treating without me.

How's that for not needing his mommy?