the anti-midas effect

Everything I touch is messing up.
The dance organization that I was going to quit because of the mean girls? Well, they beat me to it, so now I am trying to fix it. I just found out that another lady was quitting too, and I don't understand why unless it was something I did.
All the cub scout camp registrations? Even though I did it before, I still seem to have messed it up. I sent a humongous stack of papers to the address listed on the website, and got a cranky call about it. I don't understand what I did wrong.
I am compiling a gift basket for Max's teacher who is on extended leave due to back surgery, practically no one is contributing to it. I have already spent about $50 on stuff including the basket, so I can't really spend anymore, but the basket is too big. And I didn't even expect a whole lot of extra stuff. I emailed people and sent out a note.
I go to an end of the year meeting, and everyone talks about what a great group it has been, but I don't feel it. In this case, I know what I did wrong, at least part of it. The other part was I just don't click with these ladies (or any others, it seems).
I am really ready for this day to end. Tomorrow won't be a whole lot of fun, either, though. Another end of year meeting where everyone will talk about how great things were, then I have to leave early to go talk to the mortgage guy I don't like about the refinance I don't want in RESTON.
wah
I have a headache.