This is it.  Day one.  i have tried keeping track of things in a notebook but that doesn't seem to work out for me.  I work on computers for a living so maybe being web-based is the way to go. I am tired of being sick all the time.  I know we are under a lot of stress at home with the foreclosure and everything that goes along with it but I have been pretty ok until this week.  when I came home tuesday I was all over the kids because they sat around all day playing games and didn't pick up after themselves.  I knew I was being a bitch but I didn't realize it was anxiety ready to happen.  I came home from the grocery store and we were just sitting down to dinner when I realized i felt really sick to my stomach.  I tried to eat.  My man and I were already argueing because I am too hard on the kids.  Of course he gets mad and thinks I am not eating because I am mad.  He doesn't realize I feel sick and then if he does I don't think he believes me. I took a couple of extra doses of buspar that night and the next day hoping that would straighten me out.  I did feel a little better until today.  I am already frustrated after trying to talk to my guy this morning.  Then I get to work and find out that I have a bunch of extra work for me because the girl I am covering for while she is on vacation decided not to even try to finish what she was working on.  I don't mind helping out...really I don't.  But finding out that she purposely left it for me to finish really upset me. I tried to talk to my boss about it but she pretty much brushed it off and said I would have to put whatever I was working on on the back burner and take care of it.  She had given another part of her job to the new girl in our office and then left me an email after 5 saying she never got a chance to train her on that and I would have to take care of that as well.  There I was crying at my desk at work.  GREAT.  Like they don't already know I'm a basket case.