All complaints must be submitted in writing...

Now, don't get me wrong...On the whole, my life is great. I just have all these things stressing me out. Taxes, my car (is sort of broken-ish), Tim's sickness, work load, my hectic schedule, my family, my friends, my future... I can't seem to find a way to be calm at the moment.

So, if I seem crabby, it's because I am. I feel like I'm knocking myself out trying to do everything I need to do and the important details are just slipping through my fingers. My own neurosis, coupled with tip-toeing around everyone's delicate sensibilities is freaking EXHAUSTING. Sometimes I just want to be Sergeant Cooper again and holler at everyone until they freaking get what I'm trying to say.

YES, I'm worried about the fact that my car only seems to start when it FEELS LIKE IT. YES, I'm annoyed that my little sister is busy cranking out baby number 3, and Tim & I can't seem to agree on when to commence making our baby number 1. YES, I'm frustrated that I'm working out, not drinking, eating with insane precision and yet my numbers are STUCK on my stupid dumbass scale. YES, I'm frustrated that I'm working all day and I can't write blogs or emails or call anyone because I have NOTHING to say. I'm too busy to think of interesting things to talk about right now. YES, I'm frustrated that my husband is sick with this flu virus and I can't do anything to help, so I'm just stuck in the house all day listening to him cough and hack. YES, I know it's not his fault, but if I find out who gave him this damn virus, I'm coming after them.

I would like to point out, that everything is NOT shit. I do have a lovely vacation coming up, and a lovely home that we just renewed the lease on, and business is pouring in. I'm just overwhelmed right now and I need the world to cut me some slack.