I'm positively certain I will bomb tomorrow and this school year will suck.
Yes, it's the night before the First Day of School, and my mental state is right on schedule: nervous and wondering What Was I Thinking and feeling as though I should never have left stay-at-home-motherhood behind.
My regular haircut appointment was on Friday afternoon, and she used some different colors and cut it a different way. I haven't the slightest clue how to reproduce the style, so it looked crappy today for church and it will probably look twice as crappy tomorrow.
Why can't I just win the lottery and become a recluse on some South Sea island?