It’s been one of those
days.weeks. One of those weeks where I’m off-balance, off-kilter, off my friggin’ rocker. Some would say every week is like that with me and they might be right but this week feels worse than most. Solar flares? Dodgy planet alignment? PMS? (re-named Perpetual Menstrual Syndrome)
A sampling as to why I might be nicknamed Madame Crankypants lately:
- I can’t hear. Seriously, my hearing is kaput, done. I think. I can’t be sure because my entire family mumbles and/or is plugged in headphones all the freaking time. We could have been invaded by a family of howler monkeys yesterday my kids were so oblivious. As it was, I stood in the kitchen talking to them without realizing for about 5 minutes. WHAT?
- I can’t see. I tried to paint my toenails this morning. I got more nail polish on the cat than I did on my toes. In my defense, I have very small toes.
- I had to go to Wal-Mart yesterday.
- I lost my car in the Wal-Mart parking lot. I nearly had to call my husband (not sure what good that would have done but he might have been able to make me laugh about it). I had to pretend for 10 minutes that I was just casually strolling the pavement with my bag of melting frozen goods. Tra la la…up and down aisles of cars…just out for a stroll, where the HELL is that car.
- The Novel. ‘Nuff said, y’all have heard enough whining about that for now
- I can’t drive. I used to be extremely competent behind the wheel. Not so anymore. I’m tentative, hesitant, distracted. Awful. I scraped the front bumper on the retaining wall of my own driveway. With husband in car & neighbours watching. AWFUL.
- New stories are percolating in my brain. They pop their little heads up at random times, distracting me – like when I’m trying to paint my toes. Nothing strung together, just random bits. They buzz like flies around my head.
- The thought of a summe road trip down South. SMACK! That’s the sound of the realization that I CANNOT, SHALL NOT go back to the land of my early 30’s in the shape I’m in now hitting me upside my head. Working out makes me pretty; the thought of working out makes me cranky.
That’s just a sampling. I could go on. I’m just “off.” Time to sign off and have a quick power nap.