Yesterday I got overwhelmed by all the small stuff.
I got overwhelmed by trying to make a doctors appointment. (There are no endocrinologists in the county that accept insurance.)
I got overwhelmed arguing with my eye doctor. (Evil America's Best).
I got overwhelmed trying to do math at the bank with Molly screaming in the back seat. (It's hard to carry the two if you can't think).
I got overwhelmed at the gym. (Molly screams her head off the minute we walk in the door. Usually I get two laps in on the treadmill before they ask me to come get her).
I got really overwhelmed with the laundry. (No explanation necessary).
I got UNDERwhelmed by two students who do not practice but I still have to fill up the time. . . with what?
And then I saw my second cousin's profile picture on Facebook. She lost her Dad a few days before Christmas, and her profile picture is of her hugging him.
And I thought, "Silly small stuff."