Is it a full moon or something?

So, a couple of recent updates that make me wonder if it's a full moon...

1. Mom is in the hospital with appendicitis. Talked to her on the phone; she didn't sound good at all. This is on TOP of all the problems with migraines and fibromyalgia which have put her on 30-day medical leave from work. Dad trying to brave but lost it on the phone because he's (understandably) worried about her. Which made ME cry...for the second time in a 30-minute timeframe today. (See next item.)
2. I dropped Trevor off at church for an afternoon activity and managed to ram the hubcap into the curb not once...but SEVERAL times. This is the same wheel/hubcap which Mark just spent the better part of the last 3 weeks getting M*chens to repair. (don't get me started on THAT outfit) I immediately felt myself hiving out when I heard the "crunch, crunch"...thinking it was the exterior body of the van. Began praying for God to take me right then and there because I didn't know HOW I was going to come home and tell Mark I'd done damage to our 2008 PAID FOR vehicle. A nice man saw me freaking out and came over to comfort me (probably because he saw my daughter in the carseat behind me and realized her safety and arrival home depended entirely on the crazy woman without any depth perception in the driver's seat). He than hammered the nastily scratched hubcap back into place and assured me he'd seen much worse. I could have hugged him. Only I was fighing back tears. I came home and promptly sobbed all over Mark's chest. That would have been the FIRST tear-fest of the day. But it lasted approximately 20 minutes because I was so stressed out about the move, the house, and my mom.
3. I think this all began three nights ago when I decided to be supermom by going to both kids' doctor appointments followed immediately by going to F*urot Fi*ld to watch the J*HS marching band perform the Star Spangled Banner. Mind you, I was already pretty much exhausted from a crazy week. Then found myself sitting on the bleachers with my husband, N*ck, and Aislinn scampering around everywhere. Moments before Tr*vor's band was scheduled to make its appearance, the heavens let loose. To call it a rainout would have been an understatement. It was like Noah's Flood all over again. The umbrella worked for approximately the first 5 minutes. At that point, it was a lost cause. A 38-year old, 21-year old and 2 1/2-year old only fit so well under one umbrella, people. After that, it's all about wet butts and elbows. M*rk dashed to find the van under a jacket he held over his head (left us with the umbrella; chivalry is NOT dead). The vehicle was parked in the south lot. We were sitting near the north lot (because that's where they made us buy tickets. Dumb, dumb, dumb.). About one hour later, he returned with T in the van. We spent an entertaining 45 minutes huddled under the cement ceiling of the nosebleed section watching Aislinn stop through every single puddle she could find. She was having a blast. N*ck and me? Not so much. Was sooo glad to get home.
4. I spent an hour today spackling walls. We're going to need to paint and recarpet this place before anyone in their right minds would buy it. I'm trying not to freak. I put Mark in charge of all this, but I can't really stop worrying. So I just do it on the sly. And then cry like a baby when things don't go right.
5. I'm TOTALLY booking a spa date when I get back from T-Town. In.DESPERATE.NEED. I'm taking a bottle of wine with me and making it a full day affair. I don't care what it costs. I'm getting the whole works done. Manicure. Pedicure. Body wrap. Massage. Facial. Hair. Anything I can find on the menu. All mine. Maybe I'll come back a rejuvenated woman. If not rejuvenated, then at least tipsy enough from the wine to not care anymore. :-)

*Sigh.* And tomorrow is only Monday.