Short & not-so-sweet

Sore today. BB was up a few times in the night. I sit at the kitchen table arguing with E about a pencil sharpener. I'm tired. I feel dark & sad & worried about my friend who has to go in for a biopsy. Why will my kid not let anyone use the pencil sharpener? Because he's 7 & has issues over possessions. Always has, perhaps always will. His placenta took 2 1/2 hours to come out after half a bottle of blue cohosh. Reluctant to let go. Yes well, he's not the only one is he? I want to hide under the covers today. I affirm to myself that I don't have to get sick in order to rest. Achoo. No, really...