I’ve had a really shitty couple of days. I wake up cranky, I drink too much coffee, my house is a disaster, I yell at my kids, and I’m behind on everything.
And I can’t say that I have any circumstances to blame this on. Yes, Bryan has been working a lot, and yes, we have some personal stress brewing on the back burner, but in all honesty I can’t really blame it on those things.
I’m just being one mean bitch about everything.
You know how it goes when you’re in this mood: every wrong twitch of an eyebrow, every hesitation in response, every nuance of tone triggers you into a rampage. “WHAT?! WHAT WAS THAT LOOK FOR?! WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?! WHAT DID I DO NOW?!”
And the person with the twitchy eyebrow runs for his ever-lovin life.
To punctuate my irrational mood, a bookshelf just fell on me. Yes, a bookshelf. And yes, JUST. All the books fell on me, the shelf hit me on the shoulder, and the lamp broke its fall on my back. It’s not a very big bookshelf, and the lamp didn’t break, and there were only a couple dozen books to clean up, but still.
Even my house is conspiring against my foul mood.
I quit what I was doing and went straight to my computer to complain to all of you about my day being so crappy that even a bookshelf fell on me. And you know what? I’m giggling just a little bit right now, because it’s all so silly, and I’m so incredibly dramatic. And spoiled.
I think I would do well to turn on some lights in this cave, put on some Jesus-is-my-boyfriend music, and pop some vitamin-B pills.
Laughing – even if at yourself – really is the best medicine.
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Oh my goodnes! You literally just blogged right through all that crap! Way to go Jen!
How great to come through this moment with you.
I’m quite a firm believer in circumstances affecting our disposition – very subtley(sp?) sometimes.
And I’m also a believer that the days following an awesome get-away with your husband are quite tough as real life is back at us.
And then, of course, there’s ALWAYS the ‘cycle’ issue which seemed to affect ME this past week when I CRIED because my son and his girlfriend broke up!!!! how is it you spell it?? – “shgeesh”!!
I’m just alittle curious about HOW the bookshelf fell on you?!
haha! Jesus is my boyfriend music… that’s awesome!!