still really nice

Sometimes I have issues with my mother.  Sometimes I have A LOT of issues with my mother.  But today, was not an issue day.

Today she went with me to an appoint I had for social services.  It went well.  Thank God.  Every now and then I have to get papers filled out saying that my neurotic, paranoid ass still can't hold a full-time job.  

Now all I have to do is get them filled out and I'm one step closer to taking care of my business.

But, because of the paranoia and the PTSD particularly, it's hard for me to go and handle these things by myself, so my mother came with me. 

It went well.  We even, dare I say, had a good time.  We shared my Ipod, listening to Rob Thomas and NIN.  My mother is a huge NIN fan.  Go figure.

Later on, probably because of the stress of the day, I had a small panic attack.  I started shaking and I got all dizzy.  I ended up taking a pill and then a nap.  When I woke up, it wasn't so bad anymore. 

Towards the end of the day though, I felt like thanking my mother for everything she'd done that day, so I crawled into bed with her.  

Does anyone else still do that?  Crawl into bed with their mother when they're 28 years old?  

I don't know if anyone does it, but it feel safe when I do.  And a little sad, since she's sick.  But we won't get into that now. 

For right now, my random thought is just that maybe we should all crawl into bed with our parents sometimes... or run around playing freeze tag... or play board games like Candyland.  I think we grow up to fast nowadays.  I know I did.

But sometimes it's still really nice to feel young and protected.