I found this entry saved in my drafts. I had optimistically titled it, "It Always Gets Better!"
I didn't finish writing it, though, and since it was penned on Feb 4th, 2014 nearly seven months ago, I have no idea what the "gets better" part was going to be...
My mood today was foul.
It was the result of many strings from different events suddenly whipping me in the face.
Not to mention..Elly crawled quietly into bed with me and promptly puked all over the three of us sleeping there.
What. The. Crap.
Elly was crying. Quinn was gagging. I sprang to action - also gagging - and Buffy tried to eat it.
WHY ARE DOGS SO GROSS.
I tucked them into their own beds and got to work washing sheets, bedding and pillowcases and scrubbing the mattress.
It was a rough night, and I was late getting everyone off to school. I started the day already losing, and I never could quite shake the black cloud.
I was working from home, and when I finished the projects that everyone was breathing down my neck about, I retreated to my bedroom, quietly locked the door, and had a good cathartic cry.
and that's where that draft ended unfinished. I like to think I went for a run too :) I was running everyday back then training for my 50km's of hell at the Sinister 7 --- which I am currently working on a post for so stay tuned!
I kinda miss my icy winter runs...