Today I’m functioning in a PMS fog of stress and frustration. It’s one of those days where I can’t seem to get anything right.

A client is in a panic because something I did may get her fired. It’s not actually something I did, but something I can’t figure out how to do – and ultimately not my fault, but I can’t fix it, and I should’ve recommended they use a different solution in the first place and now it’s a complete mess.

My daughter is getting headaches and so of course my PMS-brain goes right to the “it’s a tumor!” scenario, but I’m just as stressed at the prospect of her needing glasses because it will require she visits the doctor.

Doctors. Another hugely stressful subject in my life. I recently switched both my kids to a new doctor because their pediatrician’s office was so crowded. I was very pleased with myself because this guy is a family doctor, and seemed very nice. But unfortunately the nurse who gave my 4-year-old her vaccinations last week was a complete idiot. She didn’t prepare the three shots in a neat little row with the band aids ready to go on a tray. As a result, my child had to wait a few minutes in between each shot and bled all over herself waiting for the band aid.

Now my 7-year-old needs to go to the doctor and I have no idea where to take her.

My head hurts, I’m tired, I can’t keep up, I’m making too many mistakes…but I’ll keep trying. What else can I do?