It's been one of those days. I feel like Alexander in the book, "Alexander's Very Bad, Horrible Day". Since the moment I opened my eyes this morning. Things that have contributed:
1. Stress about the upcoming school year. I'm in top stressed form.
2. Stress about my practicum project and Ministry of Education grant funded project--which are intertwined and getting too big and OMG! (although did get about $10 000 more funding to expand the project to new school).
3. Stress over my teenagers. Need I say more?
4. Today is my last paycheque for a month because my role has changed and the pay schedule is different. All will be well, but it means watching what I spend. And I'm not overly good at that. (good at all actually)
5. Had an appointment to FINALLY get my hair cut. Sat at the salon for half and hour waiting for my stylist (who is very fickle, but I have followed her from salon to salon for YEARS). I love how she understands my very baby fine yet wacko curly hair. I am terrified to try to find someone else. TERRIFIED! I have hair issues. Anyway, after driving the half hour into town, waiting half an hour, I get a text from her that she's had something come up and can't do my hair. Which is absolutely wild. And I go back to work Monday and need to look like a professional, not like a madwoman who combs her hair with a weedwhacker.
6. Huffily proceeded to Starbucks to drown my sorrows in a venti Earl Grey latte made with soy, only to be informed they didn't have any soy (AGAIN!), but could make it with milk. Hello? People who order soy want frigging soy, not dairy. I have an allergy!
7. Utterly incensed, make my way back to van, and cry in parking lot over hair and tea. Puhleeeze!
8. Drive half hour back home with disastrous hair, no tea latte and a bad attitude. Drink lime Perrier as a substitute and consider killing the bottle of Sauv Blanc in the fridge, only realize will result in wine hangover and another horrid day tomorrow. And will still have to face hair tomorrow anyway.
9. Wish I was at Summerfolk, Blue Rodeo or Havelock for the weekend instead of obsessing over tea, hair and work. Not necessarily in that order.
10. Am resigned to crappy day, looking forward to a fresh start tomorrow. And desperately trying to find the humour in my day today.
1. Stress about the upcoming school year. I'm in top stressed form.
2. Stress about my practicum project and Ministry of Education grant funded project--which are intertwined and getting too big and OMG! (although did get about $10 000 more funding to expand the project to new school).
3. Stress over my teenagers. Need I say more?
4. Today is my last paycheque for a month because my role has changed and the pay schedule is different. All will be well, but it means watching what I spend. And I'm not overly good at that. (good at all actually)
5. Had an appointment to FINALLY get my hair cut. Sat at the salon for half and hour waiting for my stylist (who is very fickle, but I have followed her from salon to salon for YEARS). I love how she understands my very baby fine yet wacko curly hair. I am terrified to try to find someone else. TERRIFIED! I have hair issues. Anyway, after driving the half hour into town, waiting half an hour, I get a text from her that she's had something come up and can't do my hair. Which is absolutely wild. And I go back to work Monday and need to look like a professional, not like a madwoman who combs her hair with a weedwhacker.
6. Huffily proceeded to Starbucks to drown my sorrows in a venti Earl Grey latte made with soy, only to be informed they didn't have any soy (AGAIN!), but could make it with milk. Hello? People who order soy want frigging soy, not dairy. I have an allergy!
7. Utterly incensed, make my way back to van, and cry in parking lot over hair and tea. Puhleeeze!
8. Drive half hour back home with disastrous hair, no tea latte and a bad attitude. Drink lime Perrier as a substitute and consider killing the bottle of Sauv Blanc in the fridge, only realize will result in wine hangover and another horrid day tomorrow. And will still have to face hair tomorrow anyway.
9. Wish I was at Summerfolk, Blue Rodeo or Havelock for the weekend instead of obsessing over tea, hair and work. Not necessarily in that order.
10. Am resigned to crappy day, looking forward to a fresh start tomorrow. And desperately trying to find the humour in my day today.