Cry me a river

It’s been a pretty horrible week here at Caloden. If I were to be feeling sorry for myself, which maybe I just might do for a few minutes this evening, I would tick it off as follows:
*I got smacked around something fierce in the cyberworld. People called me names and judged me.
*The weather has turned cold and I am still too large to fit into my long pants. All I have in my current shape range are capris, so this means my heels are getting pretty cold. I ended up throwing out my knock off J-Lo sweats over the summer so I am SOL there.
*My panic attacks seem to be escalating. I don’t know if it is my brain chemistry or my life, but I am wondering if I am nuts or if I should ask my doctor to increase my medication. But if I increase it will I end up gaining more weight and making my heel temperature situation even worse?
*I have a two year-old. I don’t think that needs any elaboration.
*I don’t know what to do about Loren’s complete disinterest in homework. When the weekend comes and he again discovers he is without privelages because of his poor school performance he is going to be one pissed off 13 year-old.
*Tomorrow I have to go face the dermatologist to look at some questionable spots on my face, arms and thighs. I am recalling all of those sunburns I had as a child and thinking maybe I should cancel the appointment and go bury my head in Devon’s sandbox.
*Due to all of my stress I have picked out the majority of my eye lashes on my upper right eye lid. My eye lid is bald, red and angry looking. Not at all attractive.
So those are my woes. Perhaps in the Big Picture they are not much. But they are mine.

Of course maybe it’s not all so bad afterall.