The Worries of Being 5

Some people worry about the future more than others. I don't clearly remember being five but I know at one point I was worried about our families financial situation when my dad got hurt. I don't normally think of myself as a worrier but somewhere in my subconcious I guess I am and apparently I've passed that trait on to my eldest.
Here is what you would think a five year old worries about:
1. Getting candy
2. getting more candy
3. eating said candy
4. starting the process over
Here are Christin's worries that she brings up frequently
1. Who am I going to marry?
2. Do I have to go to college?
3. Can I live here forever?
4. How can I become a vet without going to college?

Yes it's hard to be five.

Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

I went to bed too late last night. Today I am tired. I can tell it's going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I got the kids all ready to go to Nana's and we were really ready to go but then I couldn't find my wallet. Now we are trapped in the house and my wallet is still missing. I needed to go for a run. It's raining and cold today. I think I'll move to Punta Cana. There is laundry all over, it is all dirty and doesn't seem to want to be clean. I checked on two sick kids I've been following online. One lived. One died. It made me sad. I can tell it's going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. It's lunch time. I hate making lunch. The TV is on and the kids are watching it. I hate the kids watching TV. I think I'll move to Punta Cana. There are exactly 10 looooong hours until bedtime, there is glitter on my bed, I can't seem to loose the weight, my house is dirty and I don't feel like cleaning. Today is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I guess some days are just like that. Even in Punta Cana.