Oh Sunday....please don't go.

I'm having a case of the Monday's....and it's not even here yet. Perhaps it's all of the videos/news coverage/memories of 9/11.....combined with a football season kicking off without Peyton....combined with a baby that has developed a cough...and a diaper rash......it's just all combining to make me feel pretty down in the dumps. I just can't seem to psych myself up for the week ahead...it's filled with meetings, extra responsibilities and random other stuff. The bright spot is Tuesday's 6mo checkup (timed perfectly or I'd be trying to decide whether LM needed to go in anyway). TH and I are both taking half-days even though his appt isn't until after school. We need a lunch date and want to pick up LM from daycare early to have some extra family time. I must must must focus on this...and the fact that I am making progress with a couple of my roughest kiddos...it's just hard to see right now. Normally, I can focus on these bright spots on Sundays and get myself excited for the week ahead. Today....not really. There's just too much negativity and worry in my head today. I shouldn't have watched news coverage today...seeing all of those children growing up without a parent always freaks me out. I want to just hold LM close and whisper promises that we're not going anywhere. Hearing about 3 year old victims just was too much. I will refocus. I will refocus. Now that I'm done whining here to you all lovely people who cheer me up just by your presence--I will go find something good to do.