This is not going to be a very positive post. Please feel free to scroll by without reading if you don’t want to hear a pathetic rant.
TL;DR Today sucked
Want the long story? Probably not it’s boring but I really need to rant right now so here goes.
It started off not great. My poor Willow woke us up at 5 am regurgitating. The confusing thing is she didn’t really throw anything up other than stomach bile. Usually she only throws up from eating too much grass. There was nothing like that here. It was a little disconcerting, and I’m going to consider taking her to the vet if it continues. I haven’t noticed it happen since I’ve been home, but I’m still concerned.
Of course, rather than staying out of bed and doing something productive (like go to the gym, or shower and straighten my hair and do my makeup for the first time in days) I just went right back to sleep. This made it almost impossible for me to wake up this morning on time for work. Sure enough, I showed up about ten minutes late.
Work wasn’t bad. Actually today was almost enjoyable. It was boring, sure. But I got a lot done and nothing necessarily bad happened. It was just a simple and uneventful work day. I’m still struggling with how easy my job is for me, and I wish I had something that challenged me more mentally. But that’s why I need to start studying more so I can take the CPA exam, right?
At 4:30 Cameron texted me asking if he could just skip feeding the animals and taking Willow outside so he could head out to DnD night with his friends. This was kind of insulting for me, since he knew I was going to the gym after work and he hardly does anything around the house anyway so it’s not like I owe him the favor. So I told him no, and he begrudgingly did it. But I’m starting to think I have to talk to him about his laziness when it comes to keeping the house clean and organized. If the only thing he does is feed them once a day and take Willow out once a day (not even for a walk, just to go to the bathroom) that’s a problem. Especially since he’s been promising me he’ll clean the bathroom for months now and it still is filthy.
The counters haven’t been cleaned in weeks. The floors are horrid. I cleaned the stove last week and it’s already a disaster. The bed never gets made and he has mountains of clothes in the corner of the room. His desk is a mess, but I let that slide because it’s his space. He hasn’t cleaned his Chinchilla’s cage since the last time I asked him to (when was that, even? Thanksgiving?!) . It smells funny in here. I hate it. I can’t use my awesome desktop that he refinished for me for Christmas because I so strongly dislike being in here.
Also, today I worked out and it was HORRIBLE. Nothing felt right. My lungs burned when I tried running (inside a nice temperature controlled room with my new running shoes and during a workout I’ve never had an issue with before), my feet hurt when I used the elliptical, and i kept slipping off the seat when I tried using the stationary bike. I left in a worse mood than when I arrived.
Now I”m home trying to relax. I cook dinner (3 eggs and 2 cups of broccoli because we have to go grocery shopping but it’s his turn to buy so who knows when this will happen) and the eggs I have are organic fresh from a friend’s chickens. I underestimated how thick the shells were and failed at cracking them so badly that egg shell bits were in my eggs and I couldn’t pick them all out. Had to eat around a bunch of egg shells. At least the eggs tasted great.
I literally had zero motivation to clean up after myself, so I sat at the dining room table for almost a half hour without moving.
Now it’s past 8, I haven’t even CONSIDERED studying yet (like I’d planned to), I’m seriously PO’d and want to throw a fit, my cat is driving me insane again (I really don’t think I was cut out for cat ownership, you guys), and I just don’t even want to be here. If it weren’t for the fact that it went so badly today already, I would seriously go right back to the gym. But I’m not into torture, so I’ll just stay home and drink wine and find some calming way to pass the time (like write really ridiculously long blog posts about how much I hated today).
Oh, also, my hand has been cramping up a lot lately so my handwriting has been horrible and I want to write in my bullet journal but even typing this on my mechanical keyboard is painful.
I’m seriously considering writing about my workout (separate post), logging, and going in bed to read until I fall asleep with a trusty glass of wine on my nightstand and my pup curled up next to me in a warm ball.
And that will probably be the only good part of my day.
Okay, that’s a lie. I can’t end this day on a bad note. Here is a list of things I enjoyed about today that make it a good day:
I made a delicious smoothie for breakfast.
My coffee tasted wonderful.
My dog loves me and is the cutest in the world.
I have the coziest robe that I’m wrapped up in right now, and I love it.
The sun was out for a little while. That was nice.
When I left the gym today, the snow looked like glitter falling from the sky.
The eggs were delicious.
I had Chipotle for lunch. That was also delicious.
My boss shared a wine joke with me at lunch. I love feeling like we’re close.
Even if the workouts felt horrible, I burned almost 200 calories and my legs got a decent amount of work in. I can already feel it in my hamstrings somehow.
My running shoes were incredibly comfortable, as always.
See? It wasn’t so bad. But I”m still ready for it to be over. I’m going to do everything in my power to make tomorrow a better day.
