The Day from HELL
I had the worst day that I’ve had in a super long time. Even before I got into work, I already had a feeling that today was not going to be a good day. It wasn’t. Anything that could go wrong, did. I thought that I would have time to head to the gym, so I could de-stress before picking up the kids. No such luck. The craziness at work took longer than I wanted, so I had no time to go to the gym. The only saving grace was that I was going to see the kids.
I knew that when I saw them and was able to kiss their cheeks, I would feel a whole lot better. We ran some errands before heading home. I’m so exhausted that I knew that if I went home, I wouldn’t go anywhere. Therefore, the kids and I ventured out. We had a great time doing everyday things. For a second, I forgot that stress existed. Even now, I am tired, but I don’t feel like I’m going to burst into tears at any moment. Luckily I have a wonderful coworker who I can vent to, and she doesn’t get upset or judge me. If she wasn’t there, I don’t know what I would do.
Even though I’m still stressed, I feel better knowing that like Scarlett O’Hara said, “Tomorrow is another day.” It will be Tuesday and a day closer to Friday. I keep telling myself that this is temporary so I can deal. All I know is that I can’t endure this craziness much longer. I’ve already gotten sick three times, had H. Pylori, and feel crappy. This is all due to stress related to work. Something’s gotta give.

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