I’m cranky

Do you ever have those days when you ask yourself, “why does my life suck so much?”

That was me today. I know this is petty. People have real problems. I don’t mean to be all “poor me.” I was just having one of those days. Don’t read if you don’t want to.

I woke up an hour before alarm time to the sounds of Gatito puking on the floor, but I figured the mess would still be there when it was time to rise, so I dozed for the next hour then got up to clean it up.

I got ready for work, making note that I need to do laundry bad. I wish the drop off places would open before 6:50, or I could leave after 7:00, so I could drop off on my way.

I realized I was late, so I skipped taking out the trash, including the nice, memory foam bathroom rug that smells like cat. I washed it twice and left it out on the fire escape for nearly a week. It still reeks, so it needs to get tossed. Until then, it sits on the fire escape, and I use a hand towel as a makeshift bathmat instead of the squishy soft one. I can’t have nice things.

I walk as fast as I can to the train. I’m mad because I have to walk out of my way instead of directly to the station because of an incident on the direct path. It adds like 20 seconds to my walk. Plus it’s col out. Grrr!

I notice the injection site from the flu shot I got a week ago is hurting today. Why? It didn’t hurt all week.

I had to take a picture of me eating hummus for a magazine this weekend. My friend sends me one of her doing the same. She looks cuter than I did in mine. Now I don’t want mine published.

After work, I have a massage appointment I’ve been looking forward to. I get to the spa and give my name at the desk. The woman asks for my name again. She asks me to spell it. She asks for my phone number. “We have your profile, but no appointment for you.” Did I dream I made this appointment? I’ve never been here, so if they have a profile for me, they must have talked to me on the phone, right?

She calls a manager to help. The manager is confused and apologetic. They don’t have anyone to massage me because of the error. She looks at when she can reschedule me. It’s two weeks away. Now I’m really crabby, but what can I do?

So I go home and decide to use my jetted tub for the first time. I fill it and flip the switch on the wall. Nothing happens. I push a button on the tub. Still nothing. Now the tub I didn’t even want doesn’t work. I’m crabbier.

I sit in the tub thinking of all the reasons why baths are dumb. After two songs, I pull the plug and get out. My stomach is rumbling, so I cut some tortillas and pop them in the toaster oven to make chips. As I’m removing the chips, I burn my hand. In the process I knock a coffee mug off the counter. It breaks on the floor. FML!

I need wine. I want a Washington Chardonnay. I’ll go to Whole Foods and on the way home get pizza. I figure I might as well do my own laundry since my evening plans fell through. I gather up my stuff and head to the laundromat. There’s a sign on the door saying the hot water doesn’t work. Of course it doesn’t work today! I carried my stuff there, so I decide to wash it cold.

With my eye on the prize, I walk to Whole Foods and find a couple Washington whites. I stop at the pizza place and discover that the pizza guy who is always there is actually two pizza guys. Twins. That explains so much.

My day is turning around. Clean sheets, towels and cozy pants. A crisp chardonnay in my hand. So glad this day is ending better than it began.

Published by Candace

I’m a journalist, nutritionist, doting auntie, one-time bobsledder, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.

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