I wish I could write and say my day got better yesterday,
but it just didn’t. It was one of those days momma said there’d be; just a
not-so-great day. Too bad it had to be on my birthday. I was really emotional
at work, trying to not sob at my deck. I left just after noon to take Love Bug
to the dentist. I barely made it to my van before the dam broke and the sobs
and tears escaped. Too bad the drive to the daycare is short, I ended up
sitting in the van until I could get ahold of myself. Love Bug did not have a
good morning at daycare but he did really good at the dentist. He had a tiny
cavity that they filled without issue ({no Novocain). After going home for a
bit, we took one of the new foster dogs we got over the weekend on a walk to
pick Chica Marie up at school. I had a raging headache from my emotional unrest
all morning and finally took some Aleve so it wouldn’t build into a full-blown
migraine. I had every intention of meeting my work friend for drinks, even
though I know I would have been miserable and judgey knowing she was pregnant.
But, Primero’s friend needed to be at an interview at the same time and so, I
stayed home and made dinner instead. Some of the normalcy made me feel a little
better. This morning, when I got to work my desk was decorated for my belated
birthday. It made me angry and I quickly took it all down. Apparently, my
birthday was on an inconvenient day and the person who was charged with
decorating it thought doing it a day late would be cool. I know she was upset
that I didn’t leave the decorations up for the day, but she doesn’t know how
shitty it made me feel yesterday to have my birthday go unnoticed. Perhaps I
might have been able to handle things better if I had only gotten a little more
sleep the night before. Momma said there’d be days like this….
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