This is no april fool’s. I woke up completely depleted, as if I hadn’t slept at all, to the sound of my wiener dog whining in her crate: she needed to go pee. I was so tired, I seriously contemplated just letting her pee in her crate. But I felt real sorry for her, with more pity than I had for myself, so I heaved myself out of bed, put my contacts in, all the while creaming, “WAAAITT!!!” to the dog, and then lugged her crate (and the other wiener dog who I held in my left arm) down the stairs so she could pee outside.
I was in a horrible mood. Tired. Cranky. Short at least two hours of sleep (more than that really because I didn’t have a very good sleep the night before–and if there’s ANYTHING I NEED to have a good day, it’s SLEEEEEP), and facing down a very very very busy day that included socializing (a big drain for me now).
And I am supposed to go “running” today, via the “couch to 5K” program (literally: I really am literally going from the couch to 5K). I didn’t feel like I’d have any energy left to run today. Ugh. How could I get through the day without snarling at people? My husband left for work without getting the usual goodbye kiss from me, I so wanted to keep every little bit of sparse affection I had left in my body for myself. Not giving it away.
Now it’s midday. Things are levelling. The dog has peed. I am short rest, but things are feeling better. And just in time: I have to go off to teacher training.
Update: Well the day got better. As in, it got decent. Now I am nursing my mood with loads of panda express chow mein (how can something so cheap and oily be soooo goooooood?). And I’m going to do my running workout tomorrow. It can ALL wait a day.