Allergic Reaction

Its looking like allergy season is going to be the dimmest part of Writing for 365. I had a horrible day. Runny red nose. Coughing. Wheezing. When I was talking to my brother CJ on the phone, I took a breath in and he thought one my children was crying. Having a wheeze that sounded like a crying child was my breaking point.

I called my husband on his way home from work and asked if he could put his morals aside and just put our home up for a short sale. That was after a failed call to my mother asking her if the trust has a medical clause that allowed me to withdrawal money to buy a house in an area that wasn't surrounded by chickens and overgrown plants. Neither seemed particularly moved or amused by my pleas - my nasally voice, hacking cough and crying wheeze didn't move them. They told me to suck it up and call them when the cows came home. Which actually gave me more hope than they probably intended.