Red Stained

Today was a wreck. I say "was" because it is only only half way over, and things are finally calming down a bit. They say that pregnant women are extremely emotional, with the ability to break down at any moment. Up until now I have not been one of those statistics, but hormonally, it is uncontrollable. So goes my morning:

I was extremely exhausted this morning as my alarm wen off at 8:30am, and I didn't think that I could wake up. So I decided that I would sleep a little longer, and reschedule to go into work at 10. (If I don't rest, I feel sick, get sick, and the whole day is not good). After I rested and got myself ready to go in, I left my house. First, I left my sunglasses upstairs. Every minute counts, so I left them there deciding to allow the sun to penetrate my eyes and hurt. But I was still calm. The air was on high blowing in the car, and I kept wondering why (as I was driving further and further away from home) it was not cooling off. I looked down to see that the little "ac" light had turned off. So I turned it back down. Ahhh, finally cold air. (I was driving my husband's car today, which I am not a fan of, so I was pretty relaxed for my circumstances). I turned my first street, making a slight detour so I could grab some food, I decided not to get any fast food, because I began to feel sick to my stomach. So I kept driving. Finally I reached the road where I have the main part of my drive, only to find that the train lights where on and the bars were down, with a large line of traffic, waiting. The trains that travel this particular street are rather slow, so I know I will be late at this point. There was no train! A whole line of traffic just sat there and waited for who knows how long, for no train! So I did a nice u-turn and went down the first street to avoid this mess. On my way.

I ended up going very far out of my way just to find a street that connected into any direction I was going, which, of course, was wasting my time and gas. I decided that I would stop at QD to get their famous turkey buddy sandwiches. That didn't seem to make me feel gross, and it was quick, and, at this point, on the way to work. Only I took a wrong turn and went more out of my way! Once I made it to QD I was only about a half hour late to work, so I figured I would run in, grab my food, and get out. Of course, as I looked through the refridgerated section, there were no turkey buddies. I opened the door to search in back, and there were none. So I lurked around, found a cheap lean pocket, and then decided to grab the tuna buddies instead. I like tuna, this should taste great. And of course, I can't forget my beloved chocolate milk. Finally I make it through the store and through the checkout line, and pay for my food. (Did I mention before that I was wearing white long pants that weren't mine, with a like coral shirt? Probably not, because who cares what I was wearing, right?) I went to go put my receipt into my wallet and all of a sudden I hear a loud thud, a break, and then feel coldness on my legs. I look down and a whole gallon of red punch had fallen and burst open, and spread itself all over my white pants, front and back. A woman kept apologizing, and I said it was fine, it didn't matter. I didn't want her to feel bad. Of course I could have, well, should have, stayed to help her clean up the mess, but I had to leave. I was late, wet, and frustrated, so I searched through the car, and found a bag to sit on. How was I supposed to stay at work like this? I had to go home and change. But then I couldn't get any work done! So I had to go to work anyways. I began to cry. I was so frustrated at this minor chain of events that seem to have made me emotionally unstable temporarily. I went to work, and luckily no one was there, so I went and blew my nose, dried my tears, grabbed work from my office, and left a note on the secretary's desk saying I was there and was leaving. There was no point in wasting even more gas to drive all the way home and back again. I was done.

I made it home finally to find my cat had knocked picture frames on the floor, and thrown up on the baby room floor. Oh well, I just didn't care. I sat down, feeling so sick to my stomach still, and tried to eat my sad tuna buddy. It tasted like crap. Worse than crap. So I just chug some chocolate milk and wait for things to settle down. What a day.

It is now several hours later, I have eaten my lean pocket, drank my chocolate milk, and feel a little better. I even washed those red pants and the stain came out. Thank goodness. I can now move on with my day and hope to get something done, possibly read "Velvet Elvis" by the pool. That would be nice. So thank you for reading my sad pregnant-hormones sob story, it feels better to have vented. Tomorrow I can look back and laugh on today, so long as I don't get anymore red stains.