Bah. I didn't mean to get all woe-is-me on all y'all. Thanks for the kind words and sage advice. The worst part of it? I have a live-in au pair and my house was just cleaned on Friday. (I told you it's uncontrollable and completely irrational.) Now that I am feeling a bit better even the Tuesday me wants to slap the Saturday me and call her a whiny bitch-ass bitch.

The reason for my improved mood? Bonus Days! I went to Bloomingdale's with my mother yesterday because it was Estee Lauder bonus days and she loves their night cream. I love the free make-up that she doesn't really need or want. Unfortunately, the lip gloss is a bit too gold for my coloring and the eye shadows are similar to those that I already have. Sometimes it all looks better under the lucite box. Don't worry. That shouldn't be enough to set me off on a crying jag. It has to be something really serious, like, we're out of milk.