Right now there isn’t much room in my head for anything but how very wrong and bad and stupid I am. Of course this means that I’m yelling at everyone around me and telling them how very wrong and bad and stupid they are. 
Err, not the kids. The grown ups. I’m just crying randomly with the kids because I have nothing else to do with my frustration.
Umm, have read everything here. Umm, hugs, although I think you wouldn’t want them. Okay then: air hugs?
I did just that for two hours yesterday afternoon. Crying.