One of Those Days

And it's only 8:27 a.m. here.

Before I even got to work, my daughter called from school and said she got sick and needed to come home. I think she's lying. Last night, she came home from her friend's house crying because she didn't have a date for the homecoming dance, but "everybody else" did.

Quite frankly, she is either avoiding those friends or looking for "friend pity" today.

The boy she really wanted to ask her is going to a concert that night with another guy friend.

So, my husband gets to work and finds out the financial institution he works for was sold to another one. What does this mean as far as a job goes? That feeling of instability and not being sure is so scary.

I am busier than I have ever been at work - that's good - but with all these other things going on, it feels like another layer of stress on top of the other 897 that were there before.

A nap sounds good right now. Yes, I know... an escape mechanism. Heck, Calgon would do the trick.