I've been running around like a chicken with its head cut off! (randomness)

Allll day.  Between kids, and school, and more kids, and life, and then there are those kids again, I'm almost going insane!  I say almost because I don't have the luxury of time for a mental breakdown.  Sigh.  Arabella is like a cute baby monkey with a big head that clings to me all day.  I wuv wuv WUV her to pieces even though she makes my back hurt and she slobbers on me and spits up in my hair and makes everything just a little (um, or A LOT!) more difficult.  Today I was feeding her in the car and I noticed a pervy little 12-ish boy craning his neck in the car next to me trying to sneak a peek. Ew.  I'm stressed this week with toooo much to do and not enough hours in the day.  Anyone else have days like that with racing thoughts to no end?  I can't even relax when I get in bed because I have so much reading to do.  The history of psychology.  Ohhh joy.  The word "history" makes me want to snoozzzze, although the first chapter promised lots of "sex, drugs, and weird behavior" which is seemingly the epitome of most of those around me, so maybe I'll have some enlightenment with that...?  Orrr...not so much.  Brad started back at school last week...YAY!  He's not allowed to run, jump, or climb at recess, but other than that it's been fabulous for him.  He's still got his Frankenstein limp, but even that's getting better.  Today I made a bunch of treats for Sharlotte's Halloween party tomorrow night.  I somehow worked around my baby monkey in her pack, and finished the chocolate spider cupcakes, witches wands (pretzel rods dipped in melted white chocolate with sprinkles), and goblin owls (cocoa crispy treats dipped in melted peanut butter chips with candy faces).  I didn't quite get to the eyeballs on a fork, but I did eat a bunch of the donut holes that will be making them.  Oops.  This morning some guy at the gas station told me he just wanted me to know that I looked "really good, beautiful today".  So I'm thinking...today?  As opposed to how I usually look?  Do I know you and you saw me looking bad yesterday?  This is awkward.  Why is it ALWAYS in the gas station parking lots that I get hit on?  Speaking of awkward, I was having a discussion with a friend this morning about bad gym behavior.  Things that bug the crap out of me...when people fart/sneeze in there (because I'm already gasping for air if I'm doing cardio so I have no choice but to suck it all in) and when people next to me clean off their machine and squirt me with the cleaner.  I'm always downwind from the fan somehow.  Gross.  Time to sign off.  The clingy monkey needs me.  And so does my book.