UGH

Monday, September 21, 2009

I think I am feeling the pissiest I have ever felt before. Like, on several instances in the last 2 days, instead of snapping or talking back in a not-so-respectful-wifely tone, I just close my mouth and go into another room...

This afternon and evening was one of those days where you just want to go to sleep and hope that you don't spontaneously combust or something crazy like that, but given all the other crap that has happened, you definitely pray for protection from spontaneous combustion. Here goes, in bullet form:
  • The good news is that I had a wonderful session with a client (including an ultrasound!), but that meant that I was late in filling out the paperwork/database, so I was late getting home.
  • My printer decided to become possessed so that when I was trying to make double-sided copies for some forms/documentation I have to submit, I swear it kept changing whether I needed the paper print side up or print side down before trying to print on the second side. I swear!!! I probably wasted 15 or 20 pieces of paper!
  • Banana and I saw her doggie friend Glebe just as we were getting home from our walk and as he was starting on his walk with his owner. He is a 120lb doberman mix, and she is a 60lb hound (bear hunter), so since she is fearless, they usually play really well together even though he is twice her size (he is pretty well behaved). Well this time, it was all fine and good until, well, until it wasn't, and one of them got spooked and it wasn't play time anymore! I get so scared (it's only happened one other time between Banana and Mr. A's parents' dog, who has since passed away), and I was trying to pull her away and I think I started to choke her a little which made her freak out even more, and finally we got them separated, and neither was hurt- they were both just really worked up. I was so upset with myself that I didn't do the best job of getting her away (Mr. A was luckily there and helped divert Glebe with his owner), but she doesn't seem to be showing any signs of distress. I was just so upset though... I ended up crying in the bathroom for who knows what reason!
  • Mr. A calls me on his way home to tell me the great news that he's been chosen to represent his company at a show on the west coast in October, oh yah, PROJECTED CYCLE DAYS 13-15!!!!!!!! I mean seriously.
  • I feel fat.
  • At my volunteer inservice, this lady whom I was sitting next to the whole time tugs at my sleeve right as I'm about to leave, and in front of another lady, says "I have this great home remedy for your acne- my son struggled with it in high school and it's the only thing that worked for him." Really? I tried to explain to her that I'm on medication that has seemed to create breakout conditions for me, since I never struggled with it before, but she just looked at me as if thinking "Sure, blame it on 'medication'..." I never had perfect skin, but do you really have to tell me in front of someone else??
  • THEN, when I finally got out the door with my water/vinegar/aspirin home acne remedy, along with an apple cake-bar thing for the road, I get to my car, AND DROP THE APPLE BAR ON THE GROUND!!!! Ha! I just started laughing.
  • THEN, when I finally get home and start to do the dinner dishes, Mr. A goes to put his italian ice container in the trash and has some crazy conniption about how much it stinks. He definitely has a keen nose, but this was just too much for me. I calmly (silently, haha) take the offending receptacle outside and put the bag in the trash can out there, which apparently wafts the vomitous smell into the family room, so Mr. A goes running around closing all the windows as if it's poison gas. I'm not joking when I say I'm buying him a hazmat mask to hang next to the changing table.*
  • I put on new deoderant when I got home from inservice and changed into my PJs so it might refresh me a little, and my armpit just itched, so I scratched it and got mostly used deoderant under my nails- ickkkk!!!
It was the worst day I've had in a while or maybe I'm just being to dramatic/personal about stuff. At 5dpo, I can't believe the baby is already affecting me so much!

hahahahaha!

(*Disclaimer: Mr. A was an awesome support/cheerer-upper when I was upset about Banana, and he told me several times prior to and following the garbage episode that he thinks I'm the greatest. He's a good man.)

11 comments:

prayerfuljourney said...

Sounds like quite an eventful day...hope tomorrow is better for you. I know about having a good "sniffer"...I smell everything and when it comes to garbage...I smell it way before the bag is full...it gets thrown out anyway. My dh doesn't smell things the way I do. Anyway...hope tomorrow is better.

Hillary said...

Definitely have had days like that...loved the description of just wanting to go to sleep and hope you don't spontaneously combust - ha! Sometimes going to sleep is my strategy.

Sorry for the rough day :(

Sew said...

What a day! Are you sure this all happened in one day! hahahaha That is crazy! You got it from all angles that day! Glad it is over!

Praying for Hope said...

Your DH's reaction sounds like mine. Sometimes, he just (in my opinion) overreacts to the most mundane things, and I need to clamp my mouth shut before I say something I later regret. He also has a sensitive nose and I swear he can always tell when I try to sneak something healthy into his food. I might not be able to taste it, but he certainly can. But he's a wonderful man, quirks and all.

Well, I guess you can say that your eventful day is over. Tomorrow (now today) will be better.

callmemama said...

Ugh, that sounds like quite a day!

Some days it seems like chaos is drawn to us, and it just keeps piling on and on.

Hoping tomorrow is much more peaceful for you :)

Lisa said...

I'm so sorry you had such an awful day! When it rains it pours unfortunately. Praying for you!

Jen said...

what a DAY! geez!!! it can only get better!!! hopefully you're pg this time and it won't matter that Mr. A will be out of town days 13-15

Baby Hungry said...

Im sorry you had such a bad day. Im hoping it is baby that is making you cry!!

Leah said...

Sorry about your rough day. Ahh. . . I hate days like that, and honestly, sometimes all you can do is laugh.

lowfatlady said...

I'm sorry your having such a hard day. You have a great attitude about it though. I hope tomorrow is better for you and yea for your husband being a good cheerer-uper.

the misfit said...

"I feel fat."

If this doesn't sum up the almost but not quite irrational malaise with poetic perfection, I don't know what does.

Also, seriously, there is nothing wrong with your skin.

I hope tomorrow is a better day.