How many grief stricken women does it take to change a light bulb?

I’ve had a rough weekend, topped off by an event I didn’t expect.  A simple task, one that should really go relatively smoothly, it doesn’t – and it results in me turning into a screaming, sobbing mess on the back step of our home.  I lie down, the screaming continues, I can’t breathe again. It’s like I’m back to day …