Today was a really stressful day. My co-worker was an absolute b.i.t.c.h all day long. To the kids, to me...I don't know what the hell her problem was. It wasn't until after naptime that she actually started being semi-pleasant. She starts her period before I do, and I know I'm due in a couple of weeks. She's also on all kinds of anti-anxiety medication, anti-depressants, etc. Her meth-head boyfriend/ex-boyfriend is currently back in jail for breaking and entering. I know her life is stressful and that hormones can make you act a little crazy, but get a grip. The kids and I have nothing to do with your stress so shut the heck up and be nice. Good grief. Ok, rant over.
One of my kids has had nightmares at naptime two days in a row now. Another one of my kids threw up today (pretty sure he just ate too much lunch). He puked on his cot right at the beginning of naptime. Bless his little heart. I heard him kind of whimper and then he looked at me, with puke on his chin, and said, "Miss ____, something happened." I got him all cleaned up and made him brush his teeth again, cleaned his cot and got him a fresh sheet and blanket. Poor little guy.
On the way to the gym, I called Husband. He totally bit my head off when I asked him a question. Then suddenly he has to go, because he can't talk and drive. (Don't you love it how people can't talk when they're mad, but when things are fine they can drive all over town yacking to you?) It was the very first conversation I'd had with him all day (and it was after 4pm!) So I just hung up and went to the gym, even though I really didn't want to. I mean reaaaaally didn't want to. I soooo badly wanted to go home, lock the doors, put on my slippers, pour myself a gigantic glass of wine, and just watch TV all night. I even have "bad day wine glasses." LOL. They are huge. Anyway, I didn't. I went to the dang gym.
I got on the Pre-Cor and after a few minutes, something interesting started to happen. I could actually feel my anger and my tension melting away. It was pretty incredible, really. It just felt like someone had cut a slit in me and my stress was just dripping out. The harder I worked out, the faster I went...the more the tension dissipated. By the time I got home, Husband was in my face wanting to know what was wrong. I told him and he apologized right away. We didn't argue. I took a hot shower and we sat down and had dinner together. Daughter was being a bit of a punk during dinner, but she's almost 13, so yeah. I know, I know. I was her age once. I remember.
We planned to see the new Thor movie one night this week. I only have about 3-4 pairs of pants I can wear, so I have to do laundry a couple times a week. After my shower, I was in a pair of clean sweatpants (included in those 3-4 pairs). Since I was out of pants/clothes, I thought it would be better to stay in and do a couple loads of laundry. I am NOT going to the movies in sweatpants! I suggested we look up the first Thor movie on Netflix Instant. It was still on there, so we watched it again, and then we'll go see the second one in the next few days. I was thrilled to discover I had just enough wiggle room in my calorie count today for a glass of wine!!! I so needed a glass of wine. I poured myself a 4 oz glass and sipped on it throughout the movie. It was only 100 calories, and I didn't go over my calorie count. In fact, I was 7 calories under, so woot. So I got to end a crappy day looking at Chris Hemsworth for two hours and a nice glass of red wine. Cheers to that! :)
Gotta remember...things for the next meeting to discuss: "Have you ever avoided a social situation because you were uncomfortable in some way? (about your size, how you looked, people that hadn't seen you in a long time, etc.")