Today is one of those days, where like the planets align to put you in a shit mood.
I’m on the tail-end of what is my fifth menstrual cycle in five years. Pregnancy & breastfeeding is pretty good for holding Aunt Flo at bay. But man, once she weasels her way back into your life she smacks you upside the head and kicks your ass.
I’m sick. Not sick enough to be bedridden, but enough that I’m in a fog and I’m a lung cookie factory.
Today is also the tenth anniversary of my mom’s death. So I can’t help but participate in the reflection that such an anniversary propagates, and it’s not exactly a mood enhancer.
Luckily my life’s not completely in the toilet (even if between the lung cookies and the hygiene needs I feel like I’m in the bathroom more than I’m not). This week is the week I do my once-quarterly consulting work for my old company, so I’ve got stuff to keep me busy and the kids are spending a bunch of time at their grandparents’, so it’s been relatively calm and quiet this week. Plus the consulting work means I get a sweet little paycheck in a couple weeks, which I’m tempted to deposit completely in my IRA and go on a stock spending spree. The account in general may be in the shitter but there are some SWEET deals to be had on Wall Street right now. This in general is conducive to optimism. And of course the whole how-lucky-I-am facts around having a great husband and awesome kids. As much as situations are conspiring to try to make me have a shitty day, it’s hard to stay down for long. That’s definitely saying something, right?