Freaking Out

Okay, uncle.

Can't I quit? I have heard with every job you can give two weeks notice. Why not mine?

So it is not really my kids fault, or Brian's. But I am freaking out in a way I have never thought was possible. My entire world is sneaking up on me, and giving me the wedgie of a lifetime (thank you Jake for teaching my kids about wedgie wars). I have one and no possible way to pull it out.

Why is it that you can be going along fine in life and then wham, life hits you so seriously that you feel like you have two black eyes?

Nothing is really wrong, I'm just whining to myself. And crying all the time and nothing seems to be getting any better. Can't sleep, can't eat. Help!