I made a super cute project this afternoon and I was all ready to edit the images and share the tutorial with everyone as soon as I got the kids tucked in. And then the 5 o’clock crazies came and in the middle of it all I just thought, “I’m done for the day.”
I’m in a bleh mood and can’t seem to shake it. So rather than hide behind my computer and put the happy creative face on, I just want to post about how I feel when I am tired, and frustrated, and angry and tired and stressed out and overwhelmed and tired.
There was a moment tonight when I actually started yelling at my cell phone. Like, almost swearing at it ’cause I just wanted to speak to a customer rep and I had been transferred to the main menu 4 times. Logically thinking, yelling at an inanimate object is silly. But even as I type this and think back on the event my blood starts to boil!
And then as I sat on hold listening to the most annoying elevator music, I heard a crash coming from the guest room and Mason started crying. Luckily Rob was home, so he ran to his aide while I sat on hold trying to hold my tongue. He came out to inform me that Mason somehow fell but that he is ok. Unfortunately in the collision one of my green ceramic pots fell and broke. Trying hard not to cry and wondering why my husband told me this so casually like it meant nothing, I went in to see what the damage was (still listening to elevator music) and of course there was no way to fix it. So now I want to throw the entire 3 piece set it in the street and scream.
And my house is a mess.
And I think my clothes are ugly.
And my hair dried frizzy today.
So yeah. This is me not wanting to do anything right now but complain.
How has your day been today?
And Ps. The 23 minute conversation with a customer service representative who’s name was definitely not John like he said it was resulted in nothing. Such a waste of my time…