Because this week ... hoo boy.
Let's just say that being stuck in transit for 30 hours was the highlight of the week.
There's the fact that one of my best friends had her van broken into, purse and cell phone stolen, while her child was in the van (thank God: her child is just fine). Both of my parents have had surgeries in the past week (thank God: they're both mending well... though before the end of this month, there's one more procedure on the calendar). My grandmother is not feeling well. Two friends' battles with cancer actively continue (thank God: the fights continue). Some psychopath in Colorado shot dozens of innocent people at an opening-night screening the new Batman film. There's work sh**, life sh**, dog sh**.
So much of that is so far beyond my control or ability to understand that it's almost paralyzing. And I think that's why sometimes when you've had a bad week, full of actually-important, really-big-bad-stuff, if you then have a bunch of LITTLE stuff go wrong, that's what you hone in on.
We can't always immediately fix or respond to the overwhelmingly-big-obstacles in our lives. So we get disproportionately pissed about the little stuff, and channel our pent-up frustration there.
AND THAT'S WHY I NEED TO VENT ABOUT MY RIDICULOUSLY STUPID MORNING:
**Begin Rant**
Early this morning, I woke up to the sound of crashing thunder. Granted, I love a good rain storm, BUT this morning I had plans to have poolside mimosas with a friend. Those plans were now scrapped.
So instead, my friend decided to stay in, and D & I went and ran a few errands. Dropped off D's car, which is having issues again. Then went to a store with a hard cement floor, and DROPPED THE NEW PHONE I JUST GOT 4 DAYS AGO, and the STUPID SCREEN SHATTERED.
This, of course, is not covered in my warranty.
After that, it was time to go grocery shopping. Still pouting over my phone, I went to get a shopping cart, AND SLIPPED IN THE GIANT PUDDLE OF RAIN WATER SURROUNDING THE CARTS AND DOWN I WENT, somehow managing to land hard on my ass, ankle, AND split open my big toe.
The cart-guy asked so many times if I was okay, that other than suggesting he wipe up the water, I didn't complain to the manager or anything because I didn't want him to get in trouble. Just because I'M having a bad day doesn't mean EVERYONE ELSE needs to have a bad day... but I do hope he wiped up the damned floor before anyone else wiped out on it.
Sweet D suggested we get some donuts from the new donut place to brighten up the day. So we went to the donut place. "Oh, look!" D said. "They have chocolate cake donuts! You love chocolate cake donuts! Ooh, and donut holes. Don't you want some donut holes?"
So we ordered a chocolate cake donut and a bag of donut holes. Guess what?
They were out of chocolate cake donuts.
And donut holes.
So now we're eating our plain cake donuts, drinking coffee, and looking out at the bright lovely day... since of course, now that the pool window of opportunity has closed, I busted ass in rainwater, and all I want to do is curl up on the couch and enjoy a lovely gloomy rainy day... the stinkin' sun came out.
Grumble grumble grumble. All such tiny, minuscule things relative to the ACTUALLY BAD things that happened this week. But pouting and stamping our feet over those little things is sometimes still just something ya gotta do.
Here's to a much, much, MUCH more awesome coming week - in ways big and small - for one and all.
**End rant.**
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