Having a crappy day, where everything is going wrong, I feel like a failure, I am so crabby and so defeated I want to scream and then sob.
Took car in for safety check to renew plates, hit with a $1000 completely unforseen repair bill. Finally ready to renew the plates online, don’t have my property tax receipts, don’t even know if they still exist in our possession, or if they are forgotten ash from the house fire. Rushed to get daughter off to dance class over 30 minutes away, find out she does not have dance on Monday nights.
I can rattle off a thousand more reasons for my foul mood, and in the back of my mind, I can’t help but realize that things could certainly be worse, as the universe has proven to us more than once in the last several months.
Does that make me feel better?
The answer is no. I still feel like screaming and crying and hiding under the covers until all the adulting is done and over with.
Being responsible blows, folks.