Stressed Out

The last two days have been filled with running around, hitting multiple doctor's appointments, and taking care of lots of errands. Apparently my rising stress level did not escape Miss Observant:

Mom (what is she, 13???). Take a deep breath. C'mon. You're acting like a gomer.

P.S. No children were harmed in the making of this moment. Ana has never been called a gomer, nor will she ever be. I apparently will be, however. Me and Cooper, that is. That may or may not be where she got this term. She might or might not have heard me call him this. I confess to nothing.