Again, again

   Had a hard time sleeping last night; wasn't uncomfortable, just couldn't sleep.When I woke up, I was clammy, anxious, and my stomach was rolling a bit. The worst part was that my 9-year-old was in bed with me and I needed to get away from her (this shows that I have no patience, tolerance, or understanding at this point, and if she does or says ANYTHING that kids just say or do, I'm going to bark at her). So I got up and put on the patch, and had some ginger.   My husband arranged to take some badly needed time off from the job that he hates to take us camping in Anza Borrego.I was happy to get away and spend some quality time with my family, but was hesitant about the camping part. At this stage, I would've preferred a motel and not having to cook & clean up after meals.   Then this. Now we are all up in the air, including the person who was supposed to watch the house and the animals while we were gone.   I feel guilty. I KNOW  that it's not my fault, but J really needed this. I wanted to get away, too.    [Must go to bathroom. Will update later.]