Bloom where You are Planted

I managed to get 1700-odd words written last night--which had nothing to do with my story--and I also spent two hours working on my cross-stitch project. I felt a sense of accomplishment.

I was a bad mom today. DD had somehow pulled the needle out of the cloth and then subsequently lost it somewhere in the house. (It was my favorite needle!) I didn't discover the loss until after she went to bed, so this morning I asked her about it. She said, yes she had been into stuff she knew she shouldn't have been into. I really reamed her for it, telling her that if the dog found it and ate it, it would be her fault. Sigh. I'm mean. I'll make up for being such a bitch tonight when I get home from work.

I think I had a mild anxiety attack last night as I lay in bed. I was trying to sleep, but my mind was racing, and I felt adrenaline rush through me after I heard a noise downstairs. The dog is always flopping around in her crate, so I'm sure that's all it was. So I didn't sleep very well. Then today, as I was getting ready for work, I felt all crappy mentally. That adrenaline rush started my pulse pounding again, and I would have done anything to stay home. However, I made myself get in the car and go to work.

Then I read a story like this and really felt bad about the state of the world.

I hate feeling helpless and out of control, and I feel that way today. It's another rainy grey day here in the heartland, and I wonder why even bother getting out of bed?

Would I like some cheese with that whine???