Hate these feelings...

I hate being stressed out. I hate not really being able to put my finger on "what's wrong?" The one person I should be able to talk to, isn't there for me. I understand his reason for not being there, but he isn't thinking about how it effects me to not be able to talk. I can't find words to explain it either... the emotions just turn to tears.
I should be excited... we are going camping tomorrow. But no, not really exciting to know there will be more drama than aynthing. We are camping with Sean's parents, my nieces and nephew. While I know the kids will be excited, I just can't wrap myself around the idea.
Part of me just wants to stay home and run my garage sale. Part of me wants to go camping with my kids. UGH!
Anyhoo...