"I have a life that most would love to have, but sometimes I still wake up fighting mad."-Tim McGraw "The Cowboy In Me"
I woke up crabby today. I don't know why. I didn't eat enough yesterday. I missed my workout. I was going to have to go in late to work because I had to wait for the utility guy to come install a new thermostat (our previous "new" one was recalled). I hate waiting on people. I picked at my hubby until he asked what my problem was. And I had to answer honestly "I don't know".
The utility guy actually got here very early. That should have been a positive. I had brought work home so I sat here trying to work while he gabbed on and on. Finally, I gave up. He left and I was on track to be out the door for work by 9. Then, I couldn't find my keys. I dumped my purse. No keys. I went through my coat pockets. No keys. Then I started looking where I knew they wouldn't be found. My gym bag. Nope. Coat pockets of coats I haven't worn in weeks. Nope. With a deep breath, I put on my snow boots and headed out to where I hoped they wouldn't be. In the car. And sure enough, there they dangled from the ignition.
You see, I hadn't driven since Monday. Monday night when I was dead tired, snow was coming, I wanted to go back to campus to hear a lecture, my dad had just had follow up health tests, and work was a bear. Yeah that night. And the keys didn't make it in. I hadn't noticed because I'd ridden to work with my hubby all week.
I had a mini-meltdown. I yelled at my hubby on the phone telling him that this happened because I'm so stressed. I sulked and pouted. He offered to come home and sit with me until the locksmith came but I wanted to be alone. He offered me a full day spa routine for a Valentine's gift and I told him i wasn't worth it. Oh, I was a thrill to be around.
During my mad time, a thought crossed my mind: "IF I ever get my keys, I'm going to McD's to cash in my free Mac Snack wrap coupon. I deserve it!"
But then, the sweet kid from the locksmith rescued my keys. I cooled off. I decided to just take the day off since it was shot anyway. I took a nap with my kitty. And I woke up and realized how stupid I'd behaved. So, it was a crappy day for me. For someone else, it would be a peach of a day. I had to call a locksmith and pay $35. Big whoop. It sounds insane to even think it was cause a meltdown.
And what made me think that any of this earned me a trip to McD's?? What kind of treat is that? A tiny 350 calorie wrap of such lousy quality that they are giving them away to anyone who reads the Sunday paper? No, I deserve better than that.
I also apologized to my poor hubby. And I'll have his favorite dinner ready when he gets home.
3 years ago