Everything's melting

So here I am- caught up in my meltdown of the month. To many things to list that have gotten me down or upset the past week. So after I got off the phone with customer service with Walmart- yes Wally world, I cried. How did this start?
With our new comforter melting in the dryer, then this morning with the lid to my water bottle melting in the dish washer, and lastly with yet another object melting in the dishwasher as i was rinsing everything. And on top of it all it never ceases that 10 more people announce they are pregnant today. And through all of this all I want to say is that I miss my husband and I wish he was home. I know that I get a lot of crap for not having a husband that has deployed or gone underway, and I have been told before that i don't have the right not miss him, but i did. I missed my husband. He left at 6am yesterday morning and won't get home till after 6pm this evening. I cannot wait for him to get home tonight so I can crawl onto his lap on the couch- watch a movie- and possibly cry again lol.
So it's times like this where the Francesca Battistelli song really sticks in my head, " This is the stuff". The lyrics go: ( from lyricsmania.com)

lost my keys in the great unknown
And call me please 'Cuz I can't find my phone

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use

45 in a 35
Sirens and fines while I'm running behind
Whoa

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use

So break me of impatience
Conquer my frustrations
I've got a new appreciation
It's not the end of the world

This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff
Someone save me
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
And I've gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use



So what does this mean to me? When I'm at the end of my rope- I feel so overwhelmed that I don't know what to do or think I can take anymore, that it's not the end of the world. No I may not have my baby in my arms, and I barely see my family in the human form, and daily I don't know if my husband will be on land for the next week or gone.... it's not the end of the world. God has always been there to help me pick up the pieces, so why do I even fret. I just need to take some deep breaths, close my eyes and get over myself.