Rainy Days and Mondays

Dress: Old Navy Tie-Belt Maxi Dress

Necklace: Anthropologie

Shoes: Sam Edelman Gigi

 

"I'll be your shelter when rainy days and Mondays get you down." - Math and Physics Club

 

When it rains it pours. Yes, it is already Wednesday and this is my first blog post this week. Life has really been kicking my ass lately. The last 3 days have been a big blur of running around doing things for other people, leaving little or no time for myself, and, let me tell you, I needed time for myself this week.

 

Where do I start? Well, first of all, my allergies are in full effect. I literally feel and look like the walking dead. Sore throat, itchy/watery eyes, headaches, and debilitating lethargicness are just a few of the symptoms I've been dealing with the last few days. Also, good ole' Aunt Flo is in town this week, and I swear that bitch never lets up. I thought by the age of 35 I wouldn't have to still deal with her shit at the same intensity that I did when I was 15. I mean, even old age is suppose to have its perks, right? Apparently, not for me. I guess I'm just one of the lucky ones.

 

Given my physical state, all I wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep, but I had made commitments. Last week, I agreed to help at a local golf tournament sponsored by my company. I thought it would be good for me to get out of the office for a change and take in some fresh air. Monday, the day of the tournament and the day I woke up feeling like death, was cold, rainy, and windy. In other words, the shitty weather trifecta. The one day when I really needed to sit my fat ass at my desk in front of my warm heater, I was out shivering on a golf course taking pictures of old, rich white dudes.

 

Still, given all this, (allergies, Aunt Flo, cold, rain, old dudes), I think I would have been alright if I had a warm bed and relaxing night to look forward to. Instead, I picked my daughter up from dance, and she cried to whole way home because she wanted to "see her graaaaaandmaaaaaaa." After the day I had, there was no way in hell I was going to visit with grandma. I just wanted to get home and get warm.

 

Once I did get home, it was warm alright. Jerry decided to start a fire in the fireplace for the first time ever. He thought it would be nice for me to come home to a warm fire. It would have been nice if the smoke smell hadn't been so strong. I don't know if it was because I was sick or what, but it literally hurt to breath in the smoky smelling air. Strange enough, it didn't seem to bother anyone else. 

 

Still, there was no rest for the wicked. Homework had to be done, and this Wednesday was the due date for my ADHD kid's planet Mercury project. So, there I was in front of the computer at 8 pm on the day from hell looking up facts and pictures about the planet Mercury with my son who couldn't give two shits. I tried my best to make it fun, and we got through it, but man, it was work. Finally, at 9pm, I laid my head down on my pillow. As I lay there thinking about my day and the days to come, I found myself completely overwhelmed. I felt as though I were drowning in a sea of responsibility. All I could see were restless nights sandwiched between two small kids, mountains of work at my job, football games to attend, appointments to go to, and a poster board about Mercury to be completed. Then there was the cold and the rain, always the damn rain...

 

Today is the first day this week the sun has made an appearance, and, thankfully, things are starting to look up. My allergies are better, although I do have a pretty killer headache still. The nights were not so restless, the work is done, the football game is over, and the poster board is complete. Mercury: Planet of Extremes - I came up with that myself. Sounds good don't it? Third grade projects I can handle. Life, not so much.

 

In This Together  - Math and Physics Club