twitches

The last 36 hours or so haven't been my finest.

I think I've mentioned before that, despite being "smart" (what does that mean anyway?), I have a tendency to be spacey and very clumsy. My father's theory is that I am too smart for my own good, and my clumsiness is caused in part by my being too inside my head.  He may be on to something, although I think it has less to do with intelligence and more to do with my unquenchable need to think over, fret over, stress over, and re-think and worry over every single tiny facet of my life - repeatedly.

It was this "inner self" portion of my personality that I think caused me some grief over the last day or so.

G got a call for an impromptu play date yesterday and since we had no plans, off he went to DayDays house (what he calls this friend, who is a kindred spirit - just don't ask me why they insist on baby talking).  Because we could get some of our less "fun" chores done without G in tow to complain the entire time, Hubby fired up the lawnmower while I loaded a whole crapload of, well, crap into my car for Good Will.  I may have mentioned that we held a tag sale about a month and a half ago...we sold our junk, my parents' junk, and my sister and future brother-in-law's junk.  There was a fair amount of crap left over - and it needed to get OUT of the garage.

When I loaded the car, in typical Andrea fashion, I stacked shit up in ways they probably shouldn't go.  I don't know why I do this - laziness, being in a hurry, who knows.  But I seem to do this all the time and this was no exception.  I plopped an old DVD player on top of a basket of clothes.  It seemed stable.

When Hubby and I got to Good Will, he went to get an attendant while I opened the trunk of the car...and out bounced the DVD player - onto my flip-flop clad right foot - cutting and otherwise bruising 2 middle toes.  Ow.  Yes - OW.  No peep-toes for me on Monday as they would crush my poor toes even further.

To add insult to injury, I also discovered later on that afternoon that I am sporting a zit of monumental proportions on the side of my forehead.  Really?  REALLY?  I have 36 friggin years old.  I am lucky to have never really had much more than an occasional zit.  But I still like I have paid my dues - no more freakin' zits.  Is this another one of those things, like weird monthly visitors and mood swings - that I can chalk up to "getting older" as my NP explained to my at my last gyn visit?!?!?!  The damn thing hurts like hell and makes me look like a lopsided unicorn.  Crap.

I have been sleeping for shit for several days - weird dreams but, more importantly, I keep waking up twitchy.  It's not restless leg syndrome, it's more like what happens to me when I drink caffeine late at night...which I could live with IF I DRANK ANY CAFFEINE the last two nights.  I DIDN'T!  So now in addition to having a bruised toe and a giant zit, I'm freakin' tired.

I decided to combat my tiredness by going to the gym.  I thought maybe a good chunk of aerobic activity would tire me out and maybe, just maybe, make it so I could sleep more than 2 hours without waking up feeling twitchy and spazzy.

This was a great idea, until I was in the gym locker room changing...and I discovered that I was without a sports bra.  Now, don't get me wrong.  I'm not exactly big.  I'm bigger than I was before and my Hubby likes to tease me that I'm "huge", but the fact is, I'm sporting Bs these days (far bigger than my pre-child As but not "big").  So I decided to suck it up and work out in my damn black bra.  I thanked the higher power or whatever that I am not "big" and that I had a non-see-through work-out shirt and along I went.  I still felt like the damn girls were going to tumble out of my bra but...I pulled off a 30 minute work-out on the elliptical (also thanking the higher power that I had no intentions of running, either).

I decided that all of these incidents, combined with me walking into a doorjam yesterday afternoon and having to go to a meeting with my "nemesis" from work today (who, by the way, SNORTED at me on Friday when I had the "nerve" to say "excuse me" to her as I was rushing down the hallway towards her, my hands precariously balancing not just my laptop and notebook but also a proxima and half a dozen cords.  Far be it from me to have any fucking manners, despite the fact that her issue with me is really a non-issue anyway, 6 months after the whole damn debaucle she's snorting at me??  UGH!!  Again - I'm 36 - have I not paid my adolescent angst bullshit dues?!?!)...

...I was really done with my day.

I really hope I am twitch-free this evening.  I'd really like a low-worry, low-angst, accident-free day.