I need a break

If I ever needed any further proof that I'm not Superwoman, I have it now. It's 2:40am. I'm in the Critical Care waiting room at a large local hospital. My grandfather-in-law has been here for the past two days. Tonight was my night to spend with Granny to keep her from going stir-crazy in this huge place. I can't sleep, even though I've tried most desperately, because it's got to be every bit of 90 degrees in this room. I want to find whomever controls the thermostats in this area and KICK THE LIVING CRAP OUT OF THEM!!! And if all that in itself weren't bad enough, I have FREAKIN' PMS! GAHHHHHH! I can't deal. My mother-in-law has Mr. MD tonight (err...this morning, heh). But, since she's coming down here again tomorrow, MD will not be able to stay at her house (as I had planned...when will I learn???), and I will have to be lucid enough to take care of him. All I can think about is finding a big (and cool) hole to crawl into in my desperate bid for sleep.

I know I sound really, REALLY gripey right now. For that I apologize. I am very grateful that my Granddaddy-in-law is recovering nicely and may actually get to come home tomorrow. I am grateful, too, that even with the stress I've been dealing with over the past several days, I haven't picked up the first cigarette since I quit on Feb. 1. If anyone is actually reading this, say a prayer/send energy/think good thoughts for me. If I can hold it all together for just a few days longer, I may actually have a decent chance of keeping at least one shred of my sanity. :)