big baby
I knew it was going to be a disaster today as soon as I woke up. Sometimes I just don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I’ve been wanting to go out and do something fun, and last night we had it narrowed down to two places to go to today. Then this morning I opened my eyes and was in the foulest mood ever, and none of those places (nor any other place) felt like somewhere I wanted to be.
Mark made us pancakes, and I was crying when I headed downstairs to eat, upset over how we’d get all the cats out if there were a fire. I don’t even know where that came from. Then I tried to suck it up and be a goddamned adult, but I guess maturity and I were meant to be at odds today.
I showered, and the only thing I had to wear was something fit for cooler weather. I’m serious. I have tons of t-shirts I wear as pajama tops, and they are all wrinkled with holes from the cats. Okay, not all of them have holes, but none of the decent ones would match my yellow & blue sneakers. So I had a meltdown of epic proportions. I have “nice” clothes, sure, but I have to wear sneakers because of my back, and the “nice” clothes go with snazzier shoes. And my toes need done, so I couldn’t wear flip-flops. Ugh. I don’t even know what I possibly could have worn the last time we went someplace other than physical therapy.
Then Mark & I went for a walk and I was still grumpy and cranky – and my back was hurting so I was frustrated by that too – and he asked if I wanted to hold hands. I ruined our whole day and couldn’t get past my own insanity, and he was being sweet. Sure, he got semi-upset with me earlier for being a nutcase, but he got past it and was amazing.
So I came back up here, sulked, laid on the heating pad, and watched Toddlers & Tiaras and Gilmore Girls. And then we went shopping online at Old Navy (I got like six shirts) and Kohls (I got a pair of Skecher mule sneakers that will match more of my stuff).
Now I’m feeling a bit better. My back has settled down some, and we’re getting ready to watch Bad Girls Club and The Big C.




