Why I cannot survive without my husband

I consider myself a pretty capable person. I have a college degree for crying out loud. I played single mom for almost 3 years. I feel like I'm pretty good at getting things done. So, why is it that John leaves on a business trip and suddenly I fall apart? Yesterday, I went to return something to Sam's, which required the services of our friend Ben because I don't have a Sam's card. Ben lives all the way on the other side of town and was kind enough to drive all the way to my side of town to help me out with this. So, after I had to get Ben to stop by John's work to pick up the receipt (I totally forgot that John still had it in his wallet, thank goodness he hadn't left yet), I meet Ben at Sam's and realize that I don't have my wallet. What the crap is wrong with me? Luckily, they were able to put it on a Sam's gift card which can be used at Wal-mart. Then, later that night, I get home and the a/c isn't working, so I have to call my friend Jared to come look at it. Thanks, Jared! I feel bad about calling him now because after he came over and spent time looking at it, I remembered that my neighbor across the street is an A/C man. He was able to come over and charge the system without charging me an arm and a leg for being after hours. Then, as I'm giving the kids a bath, Emily poops in the tub. I saw her starting for it, too and I couldn't get there fast enough. So, I had to drain the tub, clean it with Lysol and fill it back up and rebathe them. Me, being the optimist that I am thinks, alright, so you had a bad day. Wednesday will get better, right? Wrong! After dropping Matthew off at the bus this morning, I head back to my house only to realize that I had locked myself out. All of the spare keys are in my car and there are no unlocked windows. So, after knocking on 6 neighbors doors and either none of them being home, or possibly thinking I am a solicitor, I sit on my front door step and break down. How did this happen? Am I broken? I used to be able to handle life, I used to have a brain. Now, I can't even remember that I locked the bottom lock last night because John wasn't here and I thought that if someone tried to break in, that might help. Poor little Emily didn't even have any shoes on and I didn't have my cell phone. So, I say a little prayer (because I listen in primary) and ask Heavenly Father to help me. Then, I remember that my neighbor 5 houses down is always home, heck, they have 7 people living in that house. So, I walk down and tell them my plight and they are so nice and offer to come down and see if they can open a window or something. They even hand me a tissue, which I think is for me and blow my nose and then I realize that it may have been for my snotty nosed kid. When no windows will open and my neighbor's VIP card is all bent up, we decide to call Pop-a-lock since I have 3 house keys sitting there staring at me from the dash. The Pop-a-lock guys comes pretty quickly and 2 seconds later the lock is open and I'm inside my house writing a check for $51.95. I put Emily down for a nap and think that maybe I should just go back to bed, too.

So, I've decided three things:

1. I'm not ready for the world today.
2. I cannot survive without John.
3. I've got lots of cookies to bake.