Last night I had a nagging feeling that I had forgotten to do something, but couldn’t put me finger on it.
I had worked yesterday morning, by the time I pulled into our drive way I was in a foul mood. I was sick to death of people, sick of the phone, sick of people continually making demands. I was in a prickly mood about our roster, because I never, ever make requests and I requested certain shifts to make the school holidays easier and of course I didn’t get them.
I had the shits because my three went to lunch and the movies without me. I was annoyed at the dollars being spent, because at the moment it kinda feels like we are haemorrhaging money – yes it is school holidays and the 2 young boys want to be entertained. But I mean really, the children don’t have a shithouse life where they miss out on experiences, they have it pretty good, and it is only day two of holidays.
I was feeling a bit defeated with the blog, and the drop of 200 views for the week.
I got home from work and planted myself in the kitchen to make custard and brownies. Even this simple task that I generally find cathartic didn’t soothe me.
A boiling hot shower, where my skin almost melts off didn’t help, because our new hot water system isn’t as burning hot as I would like.
The walk that my husband made me do, also didn’t help because our massive dog who obviously knew I was in a mood kept walking in front of me.
After dinner and kitchen clean up and two episodes of MASH, I gave up on my day and went to bed at 7.30pm.
I woke at 2.02am, and remembered that I had not written my day 29 blog post and I hadn’t taken a photo of the day.
That’s thing about challenges I suppose, you get challenged, and when you slip up, you can either give up or try again.
(the feature photo is me on father’s day, which was the complete opposite to yesterday)