Somerset Maugham was right

I don't feel the angst of youth anymore, at least not in regards to love. I accept what is for now, hope for a better relationship in the future, but don't cry over it (at least not very often). What does cause me worry, though, almost all the time like a persistant ditty stuck in my head, is money troubles.

I think I finally convinced Weyland to turn in his homework (which he claims is too easy and boring) and get good grades by explaining that the only way for him to avoid having crappy, clunker cars like his parents is to get good enough grades to be able to go to a good college so he can get a good job. I'm sick to death of all the clutter in my life, and that includes the beaters sitting out in the driveway.

I worry that I've stuck my head in the sand about my taxes for the past three years. I worry that I can't find all the damned receipts to send in to the TexFlex service and that I'll be charged back -- my own money, mind you -- for OTC purchases.

I worry that I can't afford to fix all the cavity riddled teeth my family has. So far, just Brighid and I are having just a fraction the almost $5000 worth of dental work done that the dentist recommends.

I worry that our house is in dire need of repair.

Sometimes the worry about everything coalesces into a mass of doubt and a horrible sense of helplessness.

Few people kill themselves for love (really, the lack thereof). Most do it over the worry caused by poverty. I don't feel suicidal, but I do feel the helpless feeling coming on. How do you stop emotions from barrelling full force into your brain? The dread is overwhelming.