Aw, Stephanie, that is frustrating. Poor Ellie.

Man, anxiety can bite me. I didn't leave the house. It's now 5:30 and I'm hungry again, and haven't done the lunch dishes yet. I have done everything on my to-do list, *except* of course the work work that I should have done on Friday (and did start but didn't get very far). My stomach is churning with anxiety (and hunger) and the nasty voices in my head are getting louder and louder.

So! A plan. I have about four hours until I need to be asleep. I can totally do this. I'll do the dishes while I prep the animal food and fry myself an egg for dinner. Goal is to be out of the house by 6:15 and at the coffee place by 6:30. I'll work for a couple of hours, pop over to the grocery store just before they close, and be home by 9:15 or so, and in bed before 10 pm.

Ready, set, go.

Okay. Dishes almost done, animals fed, ice tea brewing, eating my fried egg on toast. Still having a panic attack. And I'm not phobic, but I was taken aback to look up and see a massive Jillifont up in my kitchen where the wall meets the ceiling, over the stove.

I'm home, exhausted and overfed, but we had a very good day.

You can do it, Smonster!!!!!!!!

smonster, I'm sorry about the panic attack.

Keep calm and INSERT MEME HERE, smonster!

C'mon, smonster! Go you!

I was just about ready to go upstairs and do some work, and then the cat curled up all nice on my lap. Darn you, cat!

I... am still at home. I'm in a lot of pain again, which is amping up the anxiety, and I took a half a flexeril but it's done no good. I've been doing stretching and acupressure since I last posted.

I need a do-over for today. Since I can't get that, I guess I'll take 1/4 Xanax and hope it doesn't knock me out.

Go smonster! eta: I'm sorry about the pain. Snuggles and hair pats.

Hey Sunil, I told DH about you coming to Miami to go cruisin' and he of course asked me when. And I had no answer. Forgive me for discussing your parental issues with him, but his college roommate had precisely the same issues and he is most sympathetic.

The good, the bad, and the ugly. The movie was in the closest of 18 screens so not a lot of walking and we were all there on time. Silly 90% of the audience left during the credits. Driving back to my house with friend I passed my son in the bowling alley parking lot - smoking! This is a huge issue with me because I spent way to many hours holding a nebulizer to his face when he was a toddler after each and every time he was exposed to cigarette smoke. The doctor said this would be a lifelong issue with asthma a real possibility. I texted him letting him know what an awesome Mother's Day present that was. No, I do not feel bad about that at all.

Avengers was indeed awesomecakes and L and I had mimosas when I got home. The rest of the day involves relaxing, maybe catching up with some DVR queue items.

It's just not Mother's Day without your mom telling you how much happier you would be if she were eaten by a lion because then she would stop bugging you all the time.

A *lion.* That's colorful, mom!P-C. Damn colorful.