Monday afternoon

To quote Britney Spears...opps! I did it again. Yup. It's sunny with a chance of binging. Guess the stress of the day brought that storm on. What stress you ask? Not much. Daughter to school, husband to dr to have x-ray and staples removed from arm, on to post office, couple more errands and then back to get daughter from school. Husband had been trapped in car while i went to get daughter. you see, baby was in the back of the car and began to cry; husband's left arm is in the sling and he couldn't unbuckle his car seat and had a panic attack while baby was screaming. he calls me while i'm in the preschool office and i don't take the call because i am talking to office manager. when i do call, he doesn't answer; i try again. he tells me he had a panic attack. i hurry to get daughter and try to cut all conversations with director and teacher short to hurry to car. i feel very guilty for not getting back to husband right away. he is very sleepy on the way home and goes right in to sleep. i take out trash, get mail, kids, back pack, to-go food box, diaper bag, etc and find him inside just looking at e-mails on the phone. hmmm...couldn't have helped first? should i have asked him and/or told him to help with stuff? would i be less irritated? doesn't matter, now, it just all equals chocolate, eaten in seclusion, lest someone see me and want some (the kids) or see me and scold me (the husband). anyway to get off this treadmill? although i don't plan on shaving all of my hair off, like britney, i do understand the crazy things people do when they are so despondent. you feel like you have to do something drastic or else you will explode. for me, it is eating, torturous thoughts and ocd behaviors. as you can see, it is yet another happy blog from me.