I woke up this morning cranky. Not for any reason, I got my first full night of sleep in two weeks, I get paid on Saturday and I even had new coffee, so it should have been a good morning. For some reason it wasn't, and I was in a rotten mood. It could have had something to do with me finding out my coffeemaker has cancer, my mother calling last night with a "project" that she needed today (which I later found out means before 6pm) or that husband was in a great mood talking uncontrollably about nothing. Or it might have been one of those days when I come to the realization I am unemployed, thus having to face the inevitable question what am I doing with my life. Grrr, overall bad day.
Regardless, I faced the day. Three hours of contract work and ineffective job hunting,while watching Sex and the City reruns, followed by a furniture hunt with one of my favorite couples. The snow had melted and things seemed to be turning around, seemed being the operative word.
Little did I know when I got home husband and I had switched moods somewhere in the middle of the day. He was in a horrible mood and I was feeling a smidge better. I started the project for mother as husband tried to sleep off the angries. The stupid project ended up taking two and a half hours and multiple text messages from mother asking "how it was going." Dinner was to follow, where my now, back to angry self and the still angry husband had one of our usual arguments over how much he hates the pug followed by an angry, silent ride home. Thus ending here with you, and concluding Britt Bertolucci Cao's Terrible Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Tomorrow will be better, I just know it.
Until next time.....
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