I’m so angry and worked up, I pitch a pair of sunglasses at the back of my husband’s head as he walks away.  Luckily, my aim is horrible and I mostly miss.  Shame burns my cheeks as I slam a door and fight back tears. My heart stirs and stews and I worry about things I cannot change.  I stress about things I don’t know the answer to.  I let my breath quicken and my heart tremble. I worry about our children, our neighbor’s children, and children far, far away.  I weep through ipod sermons at the grocery store and count up how much I’ve spent on cookies.  I whine…