Paranoia List 1-3

Sometimes the whole world seems like it’s out to get me. Actually this seems to be the case rather a lot of the time.
At the moment I have a long list of paranoia. Here’s just three:

1. Kids were discovered to have nits last night. Husband ran to chemist for special shampoo while I cut longest haired child’s mop turning her into a boy, or so she desired! She decided to adopt her brother’s name with the surname ‘Cake.’ Truly her mother’s daughter. Treated all kids’ heads, ran out of shampoo. Dreadlocked husband is having nightmares and swearing he will not trim.
2. Three story flats going up outside my front window, over the road. It’s been a long time coming, but now dark red brick walls are appearing and every day the light is reduced and my heart sinks a bit more. The thought of multiple windows looking into the kids’ bedrooms is not appealing. A few years ago a note appeared on the doorstep which said ‘I like to have sex with little tiny boys. You?’ I handed it to the police but it makes paedophilia too real for comfort.
3. I took my son for a hospital appointment today. We’ve been waiting for about six weeks to get this thing sorted out. It’s not been nice. When I asked if I in the right place for General Surgery, and gave my son’s details, I was told his appointment was yesterday. Now I didn’t look at the letter recently, but I wrote the appointment in my diary and on my calendar, and I can’t quite believe that the hospital isn’t lying to me. Most of me, however, believes I’m really stupid and too stressed out to think straight.