An Unending Source of Stress

You know it's a bad day when you walk into your boss' office crying and you can't articulate what's wrong. School is stressful, marriage is stressful, kids are stressful, autism is stressful. My job, mercifully, is rarely stressful, until today. It's like the perfectly balanced house of cards tumbled down around me. If I had a sick day left for tomorrow, I would take it. I really would. At this moment, I just want to crawl into bed, pull up the cover, and have the world go away. I'm just frustrated and sad.