Even though I know I'm a good student and I'm pretty caught up on my stuff, I can't seem to help stressing the hell out. It's finals week, less than a month til graduation and I just hit the end of my rope.

The weekend was busy, but fairly nice. I was in prenatal massage all day sat and sun. It was amazing being in a room with 9 VERY pregnant woman all receiving massage-talk about an estrogen buzz! So I was tired when I got home and found the kitchen a total pigsty again. Luckily, before I had to think of something for dinner my mom offered to take me and both kids out for a picnic at the beach. Thank god for moms!

It was great fun, sun and waves and kidplay. Just what I needed after a long weekend in school without my son... Then all hell broke loose.

First, I was putting Sams shorts on him, standing behind him and leaning over his head to do so. Something exciting happened out on the water and he jumped-right into my throat and jaw, smashing my lower teeth into my tongue and crunching it-OWWWCH!-on both sides. Man it hurt... When I'd recovered from that we finished dressing and headed for the car. On the way, the kids started hopping on a log. I felt a hot sharp sting on my back and instantly we were surrounded by angry hornets. "RUN! BEES!!!" Sam started screaming and I grabbed him. We ran to the car(which was locked) luckily the hornetstorm had dissipated. Sam was panicking, screaming and holding his crotch. I pulled his shorts off and a hornet fell from the front of them. He'd been stung on his thumb and in his panic had stuck his hand, hornet and all in his shorts, all wadded up. My mom opened the car and I held Sam all the way home, where we applied a 'snowglove' of baking soda paste to his hand and mom put some on the giant bite on my back.

I sat holding Sam on the footstool in the kitchen while Rowan did an excellent job entertaining us with some poppers(little rubber toys that flip up into the air). She would put them under pans and things and they'd Pop!, Ping! and Bounce.! I was very grateful for her making Sammy laugh instead of cry and I awarded them both five shiney new stickers.

I started to feel bad. My tongue HURT and the sting was really throbbing and I was a little nauseous. I think I must have absorbed a bunch of whatever toxins hornets inflict on their enemies. I felt trashed so I tried to go to sleep. It didn't work. I had to run to the bathroom a few times, feeling sick but not actually BEing sick. I knew I had a big test the next day(today) and knew I'd be wrecked if I didn't sleep, but I was too miserable to sleep. I spent the whole night crying, totally frustrated that I couldn't sleep and freaking out about everything in my life. I finally got up and tried to bury myself in a book for a while, but that didn't work either. I drove myself insane til about 4 or 5am, when I finally fell asleep and had nightmares about losing my son.

Now I have a test to take.

Massage theory is about the last thing I want to think about right now.