The day didn't start out well. First, I hate miscommunication. Like, getting back into bed with me this morning and making me want to fall back asleep when your true M.O. is to get me to go to the gym (Paul). Second, the gym is hard. And I don't like it. And I REALLY like sleep, ok? Third, knowing I'm in a bad mood, I take everything out on Paul like an idiot. Then attempt to call and apologize and we're back to the miscommunication. UGH. We haven't spent anywhere near as much time together this week as we usually do, and I think it's affecting me.
Fourth, my work days are long. Really long, this week especially. I'm doing someone else's work instead of my own, and although I really enjoy this stuff a whole LOT more, I have a feeling I'm going to get reemed by my customers soon. I hate being in that position. HATE IT. Fifth, I found out last night that my mom's cousin (so, technically my second cousin?) has cancer. They did surgery yesterday to remove what they thought was a silver dollar-sized mass, but when they got into it, it was softball-sized. We don't know any details yet, but they said they're sure they got 99% of it. Really?? I hate it when they (the doctors) say stuff like that, even though I understand that sometimes, that's all they can say. Sigh. Hopefully we'll know what's going on within the next week. But it makes me so sad, and angry - I hate cancer - it's one of the ugliest weapons the enemy has. Sixth, I looked at the godforsakenbridesmaid'sdress this morning, and cried. I'm running out of options and time, and I'm super stressed out about it.
Ok, no more complaining. God is good, and He knows everything that's going on right now. Jesus, help me to be more like you.
7 comments:
So have you thought about trying Alli? A friend of mine, who is also a nurse uses it and lost a ton... not super speedily, but it might help. I've said it before, I think you look great... but the dress seems unforgiving. Do you know if you can let it out any? You know... I don't think this comment is helping anything really. Could be more miscommunication. Bring it Saturday with your undergarments and we'll look at it. Then if it's bad we'll just get soused and forget it.
Yeah, I feel you on the miscommunication front. And I'm sorry about the dress.
And speaking of getting soused.... I can't decide what to get for Saturday. Any suggestions? What are you bringing?
What are you going to have Meg?
I don't know. I'm baking an almond coffee cake, but I feel like as the hostess I should also provide alcohol. And I can't decide.
IF I bring alcohol, it'll be wine - probably a white, cause I'm a pansy and can't drink red. And thanks, ladies - you are great friends. No miscommunication from you!!
Does anyone else just need a maragrita? Blargh. Too bad it's only Thursday.
I got your message late yesterday because I'm terrible at checking them. I figured it was too late to call because you probably had something else planned already, and Ben and the kids were taking me out for mothers day. I'm sorry :( I'm such a bum! I was a little comforted in coming over to your blog and seeing something just as depressing as mine :) It makes me feel a little better that I'm not the only one. I don't feel like a very good friend for bailing on you, but I think I have to. There are just not enough hours in the day. Thanks for being so understanding. xoxox, Samantha
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