I've spent the better part of the afternoon trying to control my anger and blood pressure. Because guess what? More problems. Problems that in a thousand years, I could not have dreamed up or anticipated.
I feel trapped in a bad dream, and I just want a break.
Even if I don't get a break from continuing crappy news this week, I am in for a break this weekend. The poor Mister is freaked out about my emotional state after my angry flip out this afternoon. So, the dear man is sending me away for an out-of-state Girl's Getaway later this week and weekend, where I can sleep in all I want, drink all the margaritas I want, and forget about this entire adoption hell for a few days.