Dec 20 2007
kind of in a funk
.. and I don’t know why.
#1 I’d like to blame the drugs I’ve been taking (muscle relaxer for a majorly knotted up back, stayed home tuesday because of the inability to move my head). However, the side effects listed include dizziness and nausea, but nothing about being bitchy and wanting to run away from home to a tropical island while crying “WOE IS ME!” The drugs, I think are not the problem, but the fucked up back probably is. Today it feels better.
#2 I’d like to blame the fact that I decided way too late to make some little things for my family members and need to ship them soon in order for them to get there and am too stressed out about it. This is probably it.
#3 But what I AM blaming is my husband, who is just pissing me off for no reason and I want to throw things at him. I keep thinking of all the reasons why this is ALL HIS FAULT and when the list starts with “needs to clip his fingernails more often” and ends with “should be able to read my mind” even I can tell, in my deranged state, that I am messed up. In the head. As in, KOO-KOO!
I know that the reasons are probably parts #1 and #2 and none of part #3 (maybe a smidge of part #3), but that doesn’t help me stop with the #3 and the need to throw things.
I feel like crying and throwing things. Big lumpy things. Cross your fingers for me, and give James your sympathies for having to live with a crazy woman.
2 Responses to “kind of in a funk”
Sorry you’re having an off day 🙁 sounds like #2 is looming large, eh? can james help with #2, or is it all on you?
I know exactly what you mean. We didn’t send out Christmas cards or anything this year because on Monday I looked around and realized that, “hey, wait a minute, you mean there is only one week until Christmas?”
Yeah, it totally snuck up on me. I had great plans of making things for my nephews for Christmas and maybe other family members as well. Instead we made a mad shopping run on Tuesday night and I just shipped out some cheesy presents yesterday that will hopefully be delivered at the last minute on Monday.
Those things don’t even compare to the nightmare that is my parents (who have been divorced forever and have gotten along just fine until this year) battling over the idea that one of them is upstaging the other and will negatively affect more than just Christmas.