I feel like a failure. Nothing is going right lately. I'm not getting enough sleep, and I keep losing my temper with the kids. I'm so stressed about this paypal thing, and Phil's check is late, and we are so beyond broke. I hate living paycheck to paycheck. I hate that we aren't done with this adoption STILL. I hate that I am so impatient with my kids. I hate that there's no end in sight.