Oh Joanie. I'm so sorry! That sucks really bad. I had a meltdown yesterday. I had to make 3 trips to the store pharmacy over some stupid glitch on DH's medication and he needed it and then shell out $3 extra dollars, which I had to COUNT CHANGE FOR!(right in front of the clerk, it was embarrassing!) I wouldn't have had to do that if I hadn't bought garlic bread for the spaghetti I was going to make, but the store wouldn't let me take it back unless it was for a food item. THEN, I get home and the kids are super hungry, so I hurry with the spaghetti. I'm grabbing plates out of the cupboard when a glass slips out of there and breaks all over the counter and floor, making it impossible to move until DH sweeps it up at which I'm yelling at him to help me NOW! While he's doing that, and I'm gingerly stepping out of the way, my son, Michael is yelling "Daddy! Casey has your pop!" (which is beer, but we call it adult soda) When I run to grab it, she tosses it to the floor and it proceeds to spill everywhere. Yeah, I felt like ripping my hair out. And it would be correct to say I was running on little sleep. I would have loved a nap, but I dozed in and out on the couch while the kids played in the livingroom. After the beer got spilled everywhere, I just sat on the floor and started crying "when will it stop? Why is everything messed up right now?" Yeah, pitiful, I know. lol Just wanted to let you know that I'm there too, both in spirit and experience-wise.