whiny baby tales

I'm done. I'm so done I can't fathom a fork being stuck in me.

All kinds of stress and worry about the damn house closing. Or not closing. Or whatever.

All sorts of stress about the rental house deposit money. Our yard really scares me. Aeration and new grass seed* should help, but will it be enough?

I don't even want to get into the work crap except to say that one of our little boys fell out of a second story window at his house and he's in the ICU. Please, please pray for that boy and his family.

My car. That's the *, right above. I ended up taking a "mental health day" for part of the day at work today...I'm just spend emotionally and can't take much more of anything. I'm driving home from picking up some lunch, thinking I'll stop and get the grass seed on the way home. I hear a strange noise and there are no other cars around so it must be mine. Sure enough...my temperature gauge is pretty close to the red zone, and I'm about 2 miles from home. Great. I made it home, thankfully.

Oh, and either my husband is dead or hates me...I have been trying to call him since 10 something this morning and can not get a hold of him. I even had the office send him a message on his diad to call me...and nothing. Great.

Labels: bitch and moan, want some whine with that cheese?