I have spent the past twenty-four hours in the bathroom. One end or the other is all I have to say about that. Not my idea of a good time and I don't know if I caught a bug or am having a reaction to the $200 super-cream. Yes, it works. It helps a little. But it is not worth what I have been through and now I don't know if I should try it again. How much of the super-scary ingredients can be absorbed into your body through your skin? I have no idea, but this stuff is a druggies wet dream, and I don't know what to do.
Yet another partial day of work missed. I worry about my job. Heaven knows I try. But trying isn't good enough.
Crunch time on being ready to move. The upcoming weekend is the last days before THE day, the following Saturday. I am trying to pace myself, hell, I can't get that right, either.
Oldest male child was home for a day and a half. He is in Iowa City now, doing what all super-restaurant-managers do best. I am proud of him, he is doing well in spite of the upheaval of the break-up. He is actually doing very well.
My stress level is off the charts with no real reason.
I am a mess.