Things are not looking good. Dazed after sitting through three hours in a car stuck in a crazy traffic jam yesterday with the sun directly shining on my head. Feeling nauseous and dead tired in the night and being unable to do ibadat as i would have liked to. Getting up to go to work in the morning and finding no electricity. Walking down to the car and almost slipping. Saved myself but found my foot covered in slick, wet mud. Getting to work and getting a call from husband telling me that i have taken his keys instead of mine. Not my day. Not my week. Not the right ride side of the bed. And i have a feeling that this may just be the beginning. I don’t want to feel sorry for myself but i know i want my mommy and daddy.