Mom leaves today.
Riley woke up cranky at 5:30 a.m.
In-laws arrive on Friday.
I'm feeling broke.
I have to leave work early to take Ri-Man to the doctor today
because he has an awful, itchy rash that I think is eczema.*
And I'm tired of doing it all by myself.
My husband is dead.
I am unhappy.**
*Now I'm just waiting for signs of asthma. I hear that peanut allergy + eczema + asthma is the a classic trio of ailments. Whee. He's had this rash for a while now—behind the knees and on his trunk—and I've been able to control it with lots and lots and lots of Aquaphor, but this time it's getting out of hand and the poor kids is just wandering around scratching himself and piteously saying, "Itchy, itchy, itchy."
**I really don't feel like I'm depressed, as in clinically-depressed-medication-would-help. I'm just sad. And stymied by how to fix the things that are making me feel that way.