Last week I had one of those days.. You know the kind. The kind where half way through the day you realize your socks don’t match and you’ve been wearing your underwear inside out all morning. Not that this is anything to get fussy about, I’ve done it before. There are many times where mid-day I have gone to the restroom and looked down to notice that my underwear is in fact on incorrectly. I guess in my just woke up, sleepy daze I can’t manage to properly dress myself. Normally, I would have just turned my underwear right side out, pretending that the incorrect placement hadn’t been riding up my ass for the past four hours, and gone about my day. However, that day I would have no such luck. What turned out to be a somewhat cranky morning turned into one of those horrible, crawl back in bed, I’m calling a “do-over” days.
I recall that I woke up that morning after a rather unpleasant dream, which had put me in a slightly perturbed mood. While not the best start to the morning I thought “nothing a large cup of coffee and a spoonful of peanut butter can’t fix”. (In case you are wondering, yes I do eat spoonfuls of peanut butter out of the jar. Quite often in fact, it’s good, don’t judge). Unfortunately, I was wrong. By the time it hit lunch time I was seething, I am talking about T-Rex who just lost his dinner MAD!
Why, you ask, was I mad? Well the honest answer is I have absolutely no idea. Here I was sitting at my desk at work, contemplating who I could send angry texts to with no clue as to why. Does this happen to anyone else? You find yourself absolutely fuming and can’t explain why.
The day only got worse from there, which is funny because nothing bad happened. In fact someone brought in cookies. I’m sure it wasn’t the cookies that set me off… Look here asshole how dare you bring in cookies to share with the entire office. What kind of an animal are you?
By the time 5 o’clock rolled around I had tears in my eyes as I packed up my belongings to head home. As I made the short walk from my office to my apartment I was no longer a little bit teary eyed, I was BAWLING! Once again I have absolutely no idea why. It’s like my body had given up on me for the day and needed to just release some of the built up tension. I’m sure that individuals passing me on the street surely thought that something was seriously wrong with me.
Anyway, after my brief, out of no where, crying spell I gave up on the rest of the day. I blew off yoga, decided against doing my laundry, and picked up some dinner instead of making something at home. The remainder of my evening was spent curled up with my dog on the couch watching Investigation Discovery and it was exactly what I needed. I went to bed early and woke up in a cheerful mood as if the last 24 hours didn’t even happen.
Thinking about this I realize that we got so caught up in our daily responsibilities and activities that we often forget to take time out for ourselves. I’m still not sure what lead to what can only be described as a temporary break down, but I believe it was my body’s way of saying slow the hell down.
Can anyone else relate or am I just a crazy women who has anger issues?