Suffice it to say, the last week has been rough. After that thing with my mom, I've been really tense; haven't been able to relax. My teeth hurt - can't even touch them together - because I've been clenching in my sleep. 3 1/2 hours sleep Sunday night, 4 hours sleep Monday night. Spent 3 hours Monday night fixing a program on the computer that was working just fine the day before so Wynter could do her school work. Yeah. That's my idea of a good time. All of these appts this week. Then spent 2 hours (!!!) today at the podiatrist office for Wynter. I was mildly annoyed, but when I went out and checked to make sure they hadn't forgotten about us at 4:15 (our appointment was at 3:00) and saw someone leaving that got there a full 30 minutes after we did, I went from annoyed to getting more ****** by the minute. Then the podiatrist comes in like a chipmunk on speed and our heads were spinning. Now I have to schedule an appointment with the GP to figure out what the hell the podiatrist was talking about. And then Wynter was throwing a little hissy fit because I did not feel good and was not taking her back to the piercing place today to have her nose piercing checked. It looks fine. It can wait. So, my head was going to explode by the time we got home. I hurt all over. I was tired. And irritable doesn't even begin to describe it, yet people insisted on doing things to annoy me. Like breathe. I broke down and took a klonopin - something I don't usually take during the day. And by 6:00 pm I was blissfully asleep. Until I woke up at 1:30 with icicles forming on my nose. It's 57 degrees outside and the A/C was running. I was freezing. I swear, I'm going to glue the kids fingers shut if they don't stop messing with the thermostat. The A/C shouldn't have even been on! But, I was tired and didn't want to get out of bed. I snuggled down under the covers and put my feet under the cats to get warm. But, then there's Jewel at the end of my bed just digging and digging and digging on herself. Then when she wasn't digging, she was doing the lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick..... ARGH!!!! PLUS, the kids left the hall light on so it was shining right in my eys. So, I got up. Freezing. Every surface, every piece of furniture was cold to the touch. I had to turn on the furnace just to defrost the house. Gave Jewel her prednisone (she's been treated for fleas - has some kind of skin allergies) and put some stuff on her belly. Played Bingo on Pogo. Took my night time medications and am calling it a night again. Oh, and garbage pick up is tomorrow morning and Devon didn't take it out. He didn't take it out last week either. He misses it about every other week. Minimum. The recycling hasn't gone for a month. I'm leaving him a note and sticking it in his bathroom. Is everyone helpless????? You know, if I did these things and their precious sleep was interrupted or if I didn't do the things that needed to be done, they would whiiiiiine and moan and complain.