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on complaining

I try really hard to not complain much. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I'm someone who needs to think about things for a long time, then talk them through, then I know where I'm going with things. I'm in this going around in circles motion until I get to talking to people, but that's besides the point.

So on complaining, I hate to do it, but seriously, today was one of those days. I got up early so I could be out the door at a reasonable time. Still left late. I get to my car, and realize oh, I only put one contact in. So I go back in and put the other one in. It wouldn't have been a big deal because I don't really use my right eye, it just felt weird. So, I get back out and in my car. I forgot my phone. Well we were running all over today so my phone was important. So I again go back in to grab my phone. I get halfway to work and remember I don't have the camera and I don't have copies of the Focus newsletter, but I'm not turning around then, I'll just have to get them later. I get to work, still can't find this missing voucher that went AWOL, call the people who are supposed to drive the van Sunday and it is a wrong number so I have to figure that out, I find out that our lunch plans have changed, and that isn't a huge deal, but still, another oh what's going on with today sort of thing.

So at this point I'm already saying, well it certainly has been quite a day. We get out to where we're having lunch, I get out of the van and we're walking to the restaurant and I fall in a hole, twisting my ankle. I'm not terribly embarrassed as most of my friends know that I'm awesome at the whole falling thing. But my ankle hurts, I fight back tears, and suck it up. We had an awesome lunch and then open session (probably my not so favorite time of the week but I'm gonna keep saying that its good for me). I'm quite literally exhausted and this is only the beginning of my crazy hectic weekend. I have a TON to get done before Sunday, but after that is all over it might be quiet for a bit.

So then we get back to the church, and seeing how I hurt my left foot, the clutch and I won't be friends for a bit, so Tracy offered to bring my car around to where I park it. She comes back and says, "your car won't start." At this point, I just want to quit for the weekend and it hasn't even started yet. So she went to go try again before I went and tried, and it seems that it is terribly important to have the clutch all the way in to start it. So it started thankfully and is now parked where it lives. I really thought I was about ready to explode.

So in any case, today was one of those days that I just wanted to run away from life and hide. You're allowed those now and again, but here's hoping that this isn't a trend.
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2 Comments:

You know what that works for me too. Thanks.

By Blogger Joanna, at 11:07 AM  

I know you know how much I know about cars that won't go. Oh, the places we go---on foot.
Miss you, Kel

By Blogger Kel aka Daddyo, at 5:35 PM  

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