Bad, ugly & messy
Tuesday, December 13, 2022
This was the worst day I’ve had a in while.
After a very fitful 4 hours (if I’m lucky) sleep, the alarm when off. I woke up in a fog. I literally walked around the hotel room dazed, confused, not sure what to do. While in a fog, I somehow managed to get ready, shove my stuff in my bag, check out, and call an Uber. I almost forgot how to check-in for my flight, dropped my bag a few times, got a dirty look from the lady at the bag counter, then proceeded to security. Now, I have the TSA PreCheck (best $80 I’ve ever spent), and usually it’s a breeze to get through. But the guy in front of me kept setting of the metal detector, then when it was finally my turn, it beeped and I was “randomly selected” to go through the scanner. I finally made it to my gate, after stopping for some much needed coffee. The flight back was okay, a little turbulence, but it wasn’t as bad as yesterday’s flight, however, it did cause us to be a little late.
It was absolutely freezing in Sacramento, and I only had on a light sweater. I couldn’t find my car and had to walk around the parking garage until I finally found it. Frozen, I got in and somehow managed to drive down the circular exit. That didn’t help the fog or the residual vertigo. I don’t know how, but I made it home.
The dog was extremely happy to see me. I unpacked, then set up my computer to start working. No rest for the wicked. The boyfriend came home for lunch, it was good to see him, even though it was for about 5 minutes before I had to leave for my hair appointment. I for sure almost fell asleep while she was washing my hair. I adore my hairdresser. I’ve been seeing her for a few years and she always does an amazing job. That was the highlight of my day.
I came home to emails and work tickets that just pissed me off. I recognize that it’s the sleep deprivation and general feeling of blah, but still. Then it was time to go get my kiddo. I was a bit snappy and she doesn’t hesitate to call me out on it. Which doesn’t help my mood. I laid down with the boyfriend for a half hour or so. I just cried. Silently, but I think he noticed. I know my daughter did, since I decided I wasn’t going to cook and instead order Panera. She could hear it in my voice. I can’t hide anything from her.
After dinner, I decided to paint. Still in a fog, I made this. It’s messy. It’s ugly. It has scratched, broken lines, and general feel of depression. I nailed it.
I better go sleep now.