This day started out well.  And ended poorly and while laying in bed trying to fall asleep, my mind kept trying to figure out what got me off track.  I had started cleaning like I was supposed to..I got teh crayon and pen marks off my bedroom door and then the school called about Maddie's accident.  And that's what set the day wrong.  I guess.  My little girl isn't supposed to get hurt like that.  I got more of the story from her and it sounds like she was climbing off the monkey bars, slipped on a rung and fell with her neck hitting the top rung of the ladder.  I'm so grateful she's only scraped and bruised.  I have to fight crying when I think of anything else that could have happened.  It scares me to think that I'm responsible for these little people.  Being an adult holds so much responsibility and it's scary and I just shut down I guess.  Didn't want to deal with any responsibilities at all.  I kept my kids fed, I did do dishes and a load of laundry and that's pretty much it.  And my head won't turn off even though I'm tired.  Not fun.  Hazel is crying now though because I'm not in the bed with her.
I'll go try to sleep again.