Let's See....

Our car still isn't right after the accident. Now the trunk leaks and there are still many problems in the paint and trim.

My husband's back is also not right.

My sinuses? Not right (I'm having pain and pressure right now and I hate to hear this thought in my head but I cannot wait for a hard frost to kill all the ragweed!)

Work is nutty too. I find myself spending a whole day chasing down an elusive and confusing problem which I do think in this instance added to my headache.

My six year old is in a "club" at recess. It's kinda the reverse of the "He-Man Women Hater's Club" from the Little Rascals. I don't care, at least she isn't playing alone the entire time which was often the case last year.

My four year old is having issues at preschool with a little boy who likes to hit/shove.

Did I mention I have somehow been drafted as a cheerleading coach (now that is a good one).

It's almost the weekend, and not a minute too soon. My workday is just about over and now all the real work begins. I've been up since 5:20 am. I've been blasting saline up my nose all day. My voice sounds like a transexual man's.