I try to keep it light here at Casa de Planet.
You have laughed with me as my kids try to out-gross each other. You have smiled warmly as Roo-girl's maturity ebbs and flows and she demonstrates both her savvy and her blondness.
You have also cried with me and offered warmth and hugs and kindness as I sometimes reach deep into my soul and pull out a piece of my heart.
Today, however, I have reached a particular low.
Not because there is any particular issue. But because there are many.
And here in my private/public space, I have to say that I cannot take it anymore.
Possibly I have gone soft after six months of being away from the daily beatings of the newspaper world. Possibly my now-less-needed hard coating and defensive walls have chipped away, leaving a more exposed, more vulnerable me to things that would have rolled off a year ago.
In truth, I started to make a list of all the things that have been dropped in my lap in the past 24 hours, but as I wrote it down, it began to look ridiculous and stupid.
Ridiculous because some of the things really are nothing.
Stupid because even the big things look ridiculous in print.
The THINGS include new refrigerators that don't fit in the spot that Wonderhubby just painstakingly enlarged -- at great expense, time and personal aggravation.
My mother had a second surgery for breast cancer and -- ahem -- neglected to tell me.
The Roo-girl has "lost" her round-off back tuck. Z-man has lost his job. And I have lost my mind.
I also have had chest pains, and, therefore, a stress test is scheduled for Friday.
Stress? I think I'll pass.