I'm having a pity party and anyone who wants to come is invited. My husband gets up super early for work so I'm trying to sleep. One of the cats get on the bed and he gets pissed off. He is so overly sensitive that the slightest thing gets him bent out of shape. I wish he stop acting like a baby and grow up! Then my son starts getting up extra early in the morning. He comes into my room and jumps on my bed. All last night I had nighmares about different things; the Virginia Tech shootings, terrorists and starvation. I have so much fear anymore. I'm afraid of something happening to my son. I'm afraid of my husband leaving me. I'm afraid of a lot of stuff. Most of the time it is hard for me to enjoy myself because of guilt and worry. This world is not a pleasant place for me.