Friday, December 16, 2011

Nix the Gloom & Doom

Sooo... that was a debbie downer of a post yesterday.  What the heck is wrong with me?  I think I just let the anxiety get the best of me... and it actually got worse after I wrote that post.

I tried to get a bunch of stuff done before work at noon yesterday... ran across town 3 different times (like a chicken with my head cut off!) and just as I was settling in to get to work - I ran my car into a curb in my neighborhood.  HARD.

I jacked up the 3rd wheel on my car (yes, I've done this 3 times before but the past 2 were on hard snowbanks instead of curbs) and this time I believe I may have thrown my car out of alignment, since it won't run straight anymore.  And now 3 of my wheels are sporting these hideous plastic wheel-cover things (that you can take off but then your car looks like a jalopy) that are cracked and smashed. 

(I looked into having them replaced a year or two ago but they were $75 each.  And now online they are $25 each.  I'll think about it, wouldn't I rather spend $75 on makeup?)

After that little incident, I was hysterical.  Just a hot mess.  Could ONE. MORE. THING. go wrong?  Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Let's just say work was an exercise in NOT banging my head against a wall.  Repeatedly.  Until I passed out.

I got off work, ran to quickly say goodnight to Mr. RH, and on the way home, on a road I take daily - I was a hair away from running a red light.  Right into a huge black truck that was most definitely speeding.  Slammed on the brakes, backed up my car, and hyperventilated the whole way home.

Got home, 9 pm, ate 4 bites of my now-cold dinner (Chipoltle, not my favorite but then again I have no fridge at work so I'm stuck eating fast food or something non-perishable.  Blech.)  Was in bed by 10 pm tweeting all "woe-is-me" style. 

Slept for 4 hours and then was wide awake, worrying about work and Mr. RH.  Just because I can.

Took 2 sleeping pills at 3 am which gave me approximately 2 more hours of sleep, after 2 hours of tweeting and ceiling-staring.

Deep breaths, lovlies.  It's a new day.  Despite the fact that I got a pile of crap handed to me at work (nobody's fault, just normal retail-at-Christmas-type stuff), today is a new day.  Most of the rest of my Christmas gifts will arrive today.  I will bake.  I will go into work after I finish this post and get caught up on paperwork... then come home and relax until my 4p-midnight shift.

(Ok, can I complain about that shift a little bit?  Anytime I have to work past my preferred bedtime of 10:30 pm, it's not gonna be a good night.  Whatever.)

Deep, festive breaths.  I got this.

Eight days till Christmas!

3 Classy Comments:

the girl in the red shoes said...

I'm so sorry you had such a rough day/night my friend! I'm sending a big fat hug your way today!

Meg @ write meg! said...

Hang in there -- retail at Christmas can absolutely test the boundaries of your patience and sanity! I survived six seasons and actually think of it all fondly now (crazy, right?). You absolutely have this!

Cheerful Homemaker said...

Sorry you're feeling so overwhelmed right now. Whenever I'm feeling that, I always remind myself to take things one day at a time. Or even an hour at a time.

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