Yesterday was not my best day. I woke up and instantly wanted to hide and become a recluse for the day. Unfortunately my obligations kept me interacting with people from sun up to sun down. I was fatigued by the time I went to bed simply because it was so hard keeping myself from screaming.
I'm not sure the cause of my bad mood. I suspect that a culmination of events and hormones created a perfect emotional storm. It was one of those days when it felt like the cosmos was conspiring against me.
Robby was in full whine mode. He has resorted to whining whenever he doesn't have his whim du jour satisfied. Hearing the horrible sing-songy laments sounds like nails across a chalkboard. I wanted to lock myself in the bathroom, put my hands over my ears and start singing just to block it out. I have discovered that my whining in response is quite effective to stop the behavior. Unfortunately, I find making the whiny sounds almost as annoying as hearing them.
My legs and back were killing me from my work-out and the cats were fighting. Somehow the Bengay on my back and legs kept getting transferred into my eyes, causing burning pain followed by watering. The dishwasher stopped cleaning our dishes forcing me to rewash everything by hand. The outdoor rotary clothes dryer again caught flight in the wind, landing upside down in the woods with all of my previously clean undergarments lodged into a mud pile. (Obviously I need to fashion a better system to tether it to my deck since this is the second time this has happened.)
I was annoyed with people not following through with their promises. I was frustrated by people being pushy and not thinking of others. I was angry about people not doing their jobs and disregarding deadlines and obligations. I was aggravated by having to take care of everything myself. I probably would have felt better had I allowed myself to break down and cry.
By the time Scott came home from work, I knew that I was not good company. I spent the evening stewing and pouting, trying not to socialize too much for fear of irrationally lashing out. Part of me wanted to spend time with my family but another part knew that I would be better off alone.
Being that it is Friday the 13th, I shudder to think of the turns my bad mood day could have taken had it happened today instead of yesterday. I slept well last night and I'm hoping for a better day. I don't like the person that I was yesterday.