Progress?

I have a question: why does life have to be so chaotic? I mean take my day yesterday for an example. We have to be up by 7:30 to get Sis off to school by 8:15. Then I have to come home, finish getting myself ready for work, get Lola ready for daycare and clean up the kitchen (since I was too tired to do it the night before.) Then off to work at 9:30 to 1. I knew I had a doctor's appointment so I ate leftover soup at the library before heading out to run errands. That included returning stuff to a store and going to the mall to buy shoes for a wedding this weekend. Then I went to the clinic only to find out that my appointment wasn't yesterday it was today. So they tell me I can come back at 4. So I picked the girls up from daycare and we came home for an hour and half before going back to the clinic. I couldn't find anyone to watch them, so they went with me. It is so hard to explain things to the doctor when you are also asking a 3 year old to calm down and wait her turn. Then from there we had to go back to the library to meet with the girl scout troop Sis is in, oh and I've volunteered to be a co-leader for. THEN we have to go to the salon so I can get a haircut. The kids were being so bad, finally my stylist talked to them and they sat right down and behaved for her. GRRR! Finally it was time to come home, and my hubby had made a yummy supper. How great, except that he caught me plucking hairs on my chin and told me to stop (for the 1 millionth time...) and I snapped at him. I have extra hair growth as a side effect of taking fertility drugs to have Sis. I tried to explain that for whatever reason that is a calming or theraputic thing for me and he looked at me like I was a looney. So, deep breath. I am going to talk to him tonight and make him a deal. I'll stop plucking if I can finally start electrolysis. He doesn't understand that I can't just let those long red hairs go -- I will not be the woman with whiskers!!! Oh, and the doctor says I have to lose about 35 more pounds. *sigh*