I turned 26 years old this year– I have two degrees, a challenging job, and a good looking husband. And somehow, someway I still sleep nightly with 3 stuffed animals. Hello, daddy issues. Am I right? If you’re nodding your head and smirking right now then you’ve met someone crazy like me before. You’re probably thinking of a bat shit crazy ex-girlfriend or that wild best friend you had in college that you always knew was a little off.
I could sit down right now and tell you every little thing that has ever went wrong in my life and I still cannot account for my inability to put my stuffed animals in the past. My mom used to always joke that I wouldn’t give those stuffed animals up till the day I got married. Well, uhh, I have been married for years and still I sleep with them. Yes, they have names: Puffy, Puffilump, and Ruff. The first two were named when I got them on the day I was born. The third one was named by my drunk friend at a party.
Honestly and truly, I cannot begin to tell you why I can’t fall asleep without them. No, I do not believe they talk or have feelings. But, then again, I still get upset if I see one absentmindedly tossed on the floor.
Help?
Blaire 🎀
basicblair 
I don’t sleep with mine but I do still have some… but I tend to hug a pillow… soooo maybe you’re not ALL nuts 😉
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Sounds to me like it’s only a problem if it’s a problem. If it’s not, hey, no problem.
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I like that way of thinking! 💕
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Hey, I had a great dad but I still need to sleep with my comfortable blanket. I think sometimes we just need comfort, daddy issues or no daddy issues. And maybe the thing that made us comfortable as children still make us comfortable as adults – does that make us crazy? I doubt it.
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