Seems Like a 24 Hour Facepalm

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I’ve think I may have hurt myself. I mean, I know I’m in pain, I’m just not sure of the source. It was kind of a seriously nutty day, and I do remember saying something like “I think that might hurt later” while running around today.
I had to lift heavy things, drag a dolly up a flight of stairs and run (sometimes literally) all over the place.
Who would have guessed I work in a church.
By the time I got home, I felt like I was being stabbed in the lower back. So I just took every herbal pain remedy (legal in all states and federally) that I have, and I hope something works. It has to. I have to work tomorrow.
I had inadvertently given myself a chemical burn around my eyes by overdosing on retinol ( who knew?). I was trying to reduce some of the redness, puffiness and lizard-leather look on my face when I figured I should turn on my paraffin wax bath. I was pretty excited. I’ve got a hangnail on almost every finger.
It seemed like it took forever to warm up, so I took a shower. When I got out, it seemed weird that there wasn’t much wax in there. It was because it was all seeping through the machine. There was a paraffin puddle on my counter.
I was disgusted. I waited like 4 months to turn on a busted machine. Junk.
At least it was only like $10, which I realize is part of the issue here.
I got my first check today from my second job. It wasn’t huge, but not bad for spending the night at a cranky, argumentative elderly person’s house. I used to do that for my grandma for free. I’ll take it!
At least there’s one thing that I think will turn out. We might be back on our feet by February. That’s much faster than I had hoped.
But Friday is like the new Tuesday. Lame and frustrating.

Thar She Blows!!

This Monday has been a hurricane that is only rivaled by Katrina. Everyone I talk to feels as though it’s never-ending and they have been flattened. The whole day was waves of gale force nuttiness, one after the other, non-stop. It was like being in an industrial washing machine all day, and everyone was with me.
The phone rang roughly every 30 seconds for about the entire a day. There was about 30 kids there for vacation bible school. I was orchestrating the calendar conflicts through about 3 levels of approvals, the security system needed repair and the organ broke. The organ, you know, those giant ancient things that vampires play in the upper rooms of their castles in Transylvania? Organs. Yup, one of those. Couldn’t figure it out.
I’ve come to accept the fact that Mondays are just a stretch of moderate insanity, and all you can do is hang on, and wait till Tuesday to clean up the mess. I almost never get anything productive done on Mondays. But this Monday was such a swirling vortex of inane garbage, that it’s gravity and momentum sucked in the people around me. I could see it on their faces, and there was a moment of “hey, you’re here too! Glad you could make it!”
I love those moments, the moments where finally, someone else is in the thick of it with you and they (despite all of their cute and cheerful musings) aren’t handling it any better than you do. I like to just smile and chuckle and say “yeah! It sucks, don’t it?!”
But this day seemed to take out everyone across the board. I came home (after first stopping at the store) just completely wrung out. I threw together a totally crappy dinner, then my husband brought home a bunch of new camping gear. I thought it was nice and I was looking forward to using it, but I ended up home with the youngest, and, even though I was painfully tired, she needed someone to talk to. I had her help me check out the new chairs and put the tents up in the yard. She did very well and was excited to tell me all about her mom’s new house in painstaking detail. But it was important to her, so we talked about it for a long time.
My life hurts, people. I have had it with this day and I am completely unprepared for whatever tomorrow is going to fling in my face. But I suppose Tuesdays are for cleaning up.
So let the flinging commence.