my new seagull-poop bathroom, and other related thoughts

I know this is so self-indulgent and ridiculous but MAN I just can't shake the worry these days.

I've always been like this. Had ulcers in grade school.

Why won't Abbey get better? Fourth day of fever. Sunday's doc said, "Don't worry. Let it work itself out." So tomorrow I'm taking her back to the doc.

Missed little E's dentist appointment today. Go figure. The ones I actually remember I can't make it to. Also missed Colton's parent/teacher conferences. He's apparently getting a B in sewing/cooking class. (That's one thing I'm not too anxious about.) But poor Ab will miss her class Valentine's party tomorrow, which is so much worse.

Little Zeek ate chicken bones tonight. (He pulled them out of the trash like a dog.) So it's in the back of my head I may need to explain to three kids how the kitten suffered a torturous death with punctured internal organs because I failed to secure the refuse.

Oh, and I ripped up the pee-yellow vinyl in the bathroom, only to find a rotted subfloor. Got a contractor coming tomorrow to gimme the estimate on that one. Will be asking him to put in a new toilet, pedestal sink, faucet and light fixture - plus fix the exhaust fan that has never worked since we moved in.

I also painted the bathroom the same shade of grey they always use on HGTV to make things "light and airy" and in my windowless cave it looks like shit. Really grey shit. Like seagull poop.

So am worried about the impending fight with Tim over all that bathroom stuff.

Oh, and nothing like open-ended, "Hey guys maybe I'll be back at work sometime" statements to make you wonder about gainful employment.

Oh, and I watched "What Not to Wear" for the first time - and after I got over how THOROUGHLY NASTY AND EVIL the two hosts are - started thinking how I need to start coloring my hair again. Or at least get some new makeup.

SIGH.

Oh, and I need to quit worrying so much.