I’ve been feeling down the last few days, and not coping well with much of anything. Give me a big crisis and I’d probably be fine. But the little stuff is completely pushing me over the edge at the moment.

In the mornings I look again at the weather forcast, and the predicted heat makes me want to crawl in bed with a couple dozen ice packs. I just don’t do heat and humidity well at all. For the most part it’s because that’s one of my biggest migraine triggers, and I’m off all migraine medications right now, preventative and abortive, because of breastfeeding. I need to avoid any triggers like the plague, or my only recourse is: crawling in bed with a couple dozen ice packs, only all of them packed around my head.

I’m trying to get TR signed up for school, and as usual that’s making me nuts. We got a letter from the school wanting $45 for a lost textbook before they would allow him to register. This was the first I’d ever heard of it. After a long talk with my son on the back story behind the book, and practically crying to an Assistant Principal at the school, I got them to search classrooms for it, since the $45 was definitely not in our limited budget. Nothing like humiliating yourself in front of school administrators before the school year even starts. I was somewhat vindicated when they found the book, in the classroom, where it belonged. It still doesn’t solve the problem of needing yet another trip to the school to try and get the registration accomplished though.

There are just so many things that need to get accomplished. The dogs need bathed, but it’s such a challenge and I usually end up bruised and battered. I have sewing to finish, but our A/C just can’t handle the heat, and I hate to work when the fabric is glued to me by sweat. The housework is lagging, and what little I do get cleaned gets demolished just as quickly. I can’t keep the cheerios vacuumed up, the bathrooms freshened, the living room uncluttered or the laundry under control. Maybe if everyone moved out for awhile and started leaving their messes elsewhere?

It’s just so hard to get done what needs to be done. I’m either intimidated by outside factors and having trouble getting myself to start projects, or thwarted in process by complications. Or maybe I’m just overwhelmed by my own complaints, justified or not.