I Hurt « Temporary? Insanity

I Hurt

by Kym on January 28, 2008

I’m about ready to scream. Except that the most recent event in a long string of miserable making events is logging into my blogger dashboard to find out that blogger is going to shut me out in about fifteen minutes.

Lovely.

Firstly, the drive to the conference was hugely stressful. Blowing snow that made it so we couldn’t see where the lines on the road were.
So Neil was late.
Then I got lost trying to find the church.
Then I got miserable during the meeting because the chapel was full of cute kids so I missed mine.
I tried to work on my book after church. Somehow I made it crappier than it was before.
I got my hair cut. It was…interesting looking to say the least.
I went to the hotel to get changed. The room was bestrewn with dirty towels and bed linens.
No time. Had to change.
Used washroom.
Period.
Not pregnant.
Too busy. Must process later.
Got new room key on way out.
Realized I’d forgotten to put on my “tummy tamer.”
Wriggled into it in the front seat of the car.
Realized the tank was empty.
Filled up whilst being whipped about by the wind, feeling ridiculous in my fancy dress.
Picked up Neil from the conference, at which time it hit us that there was two hours till dinner, and it was an hour long drive to get anywhere.
Lovely.
He didn’t like my hair.
So we walked around a bit, me freezing on account of weaing a nice dress, nylons, high heels and all that jazz.
Dinner was nice, but cold.
Dessert was chocolate. I couldn’t have any.
The music was great and I wanted to dance.
Neil didn’t want to.
So we left early.
I was sad.
I cried.
Told him about period.
Arrived at hotel.
Discovered I’d left my purse at the restaurant.
Nice lady at desk gave us a new key card.
Panicked a bit as Neil made phone calls.
Purse found. Staff member bringing it back with her.
A few deep breaths.
Enjoyment of hot tub.
Next day realized tampons were in purse.
Lovely.
Realized I’d forgotten to pack jeans and had to wear skirt and sweater combo from church the day before.
Hair? Far, far worse than the day before.
Froze my ankles off whilst shopping.
Got home. Visited with friend/babysitter.
Found out President Hinckley (the Prophet and President of our church) died last night.
Cried.
Left for Dentist appointment.
Becca? Freaked out.
My heart broke.
Picked up purse.
Screeched into dentist’s parking lot at 2pm on the dot.
Teeth cleaning?
Hurt like heck.
First cavity ever – found.
Rushed home so babysitter could pick up her kid from daycare.
Was running very, very late.
Decided to back down driveway to make it easier for her to get out.
Got stuck in snowbank.
Tires spun.
There was even smoke.
Ran down hill.
So, so cold. Face freezingly painful.
Babysitter/friend is now walking to pick up her son.
Phone is ringing.
I can’t handle this person right now.
I could do with some chocolate.
But I won’t.
I won’t.

~sigh~

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Screw it, girl! Get a LOT of chocolate! You poor, poor thing. Sending hugs.

by Jenna on January 29, 2008 at 12:32 am. #

OH Kimberly. How wretched. You poor thing.

by Summer on January 29, 2008 at 1:07 am. #

Poor girl! That was a super stinky weekend. Get a good book and a cup of herbal tea and curl up with a fluffy blanket.

Do not, I repeat, DO NOT give in to chocolate! You’re almost at the end of January. If you don’t want to continue after that, don’t. You can make it until Friday! You’ll beat yourself up for a long time if you give in.

((hugs))

by Rebecca on January 29, 2008 at 2:09 am. #

Oh, Kim. I’m so sorry, sweets. Hang in there.

PS Do not give in to the dark side.

by Nic on January 29, 2008 at 2:15 am. #

I just want to cry with you. I’m sorry about everything, the big things and the little things.

Get some rest; tomorrow will be a new day, better than today. Love ya.

by Beth on January 29, 2008 at 2:37 am. #

Sending a hug your way. Maybe the groundhog won’t see his shadow and spring will be just around the corner. Spring always makes everything better, right?

by Sandra on January 29, 2008 at 2:43 am. #

i’m sorry. I hope tomorrow is better.

by newnorth on January 29, 2008 at 2:47 am. #

Arggg. I had a similar day. Why are some days just like that?

((hugs))

by JustRandi on January 29, 2008 at 2:54 am. #

I’m so sorry! Here’s hoping that tomorrow is better.

by Hillary on January 29, 2008 at 3:32 am. #

Oh Kim, I’m so sorry that your weekend was so stinky and being on your period NEVER and I repeat NEVER makes anything better.

Just remember that as Scarlett says “Tomorrow is another day”

and P.S. Hair grows back and you can change it’s color and stuff. It’s neat like that.

by Tonya on January 29, 2008 at 3:35 am. #

What an icky way to spend a weekend. Bleh.

I’m desperately curious about your hair though, and if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t finish painting. I threw out my back somehow :P

*hugs*

by Thalia's Child on January 29, 2008 at 4:13 am. #

Sounds like you had the weekend from Hell. I am sorry things didn’t go better.
Isn’t it wonderful that every day is a fresh start? Dawn comes, and with it, a new beginning. Hang in there.

by Heffalump on January 29, 2008 at 4:59 am. #

*HUGS*, *HUGS* and more *HUGS*
love you!

by Kate on January 29, 2008 at 5:00 am. #

Hmm. Well, at least you have reacted well to all things. If I were you I would have shaved my head, would’ve been wallowing in chocolate (I never would’ve signed up to abstain), strangled the dentist, and found some C4 at my home (part of being prepared is stocking plastic explosive with your emergency preparedness stuff) ran back to the car and blown up the dumb thing, the snowbank, and part of the road. That will teach the car, mother nature, and life to mess with me!

Sure glad you’re you. And very glad you’re not me. Next weekend will be better.

by wynne on January 29, 2008 at 5:26 am. #

And you wrote this in 15 minutes? It’s like a poem. A tragic, epic poem with no chocolate-closure at the end. I’m proud of your spunk and (as always) blown away by the voice in your writing. Sorry I don’t stop in more often.

by Julie Q. on January 29, 2008 at 5:33 am. #

Oh Kim. If it weren’t almost 11:00 right now, I’d be calling you. I love you and I’m so sorry. I’ll call you tomorrow, kay?

~hugs~

by Dedee on January 29, 2008 at 6:54 am. #

i’m so sorry sweetie. this day i’m really annoyed that i’m not on the same continent as you. i will try to change my ways, to be able to deliver hugs.

bright side?

you didn’t kill anyone.
you didn’t frighten any of the children with your hair.
your van didn’t spontaneously combust.
nor did your teeth.
okay, i got nothing else, but i think those are on the right path.

oh and on a completely different note (but my goal is a laugh), i was *just* asked if i had an opinion, as a golfer, on the best material to clean my balls with, terry or velour. i looked at her for 10 seconds, said “that is categorically the strangest question i’ve ever been asked. don’t use velour.” seriously, i’m not making that up for your amusement.

by holly on January 29, 2008 at 10:42 am. #

I knew something was wrong. I didn’t realize that many things were. I’m so sorry.

by Luisa Perkins on January 29, 2008 at 1:12 pm. #

I’m sorry! I wish I could give you a real hug!

On the bright side, I heard that chocolate is getting more expensive, so that’s good that you aren’t eating it!

by Tirzah on January 29, 2008 at 1:40 pm. #

i sent a post and it disappeared :( If I were there I’d take you to lunch and we’d have a giggle/cry over the lameness of wretched days. I ate enough chocolate for both if us yesterday in a stress induced tantrum and now I’m sick. Be glad you’re not doing that.

by Julie Wright on January 29, 2008 at 5:39 pm. #

OH sweetie. (((BIG HUGS)))

by Emma Sometimes on January 29, 2008 at 7:00 pm. #

Sorry Kim. Sorry about it all…hang tight, it’s bound to get better, right? Maybe it’s time for a little alone time? A good book, a bubble bath, a nap. :) Feel better soon.

by Elaine on January 29, 2008 at 7:21 pm. #

Oh, I am so sorry. What a whole bunch of “last straws”. If you had a camel as a pet, I bet it would have broken right in two, just out of sympathy. On one hand, I wish I’d been there to comfort you and just be a listening ear and a help in practical ways. But on the other hand, I wouldn’t have helped your no-chocolate commitment at all.

But just so you know, in the pictures above this post, I think you did a fabulous job. The cake was beautiful, and the girls look so happy and perfectly at home with each other. You are doing a great job, even when horrible-no-good-very-bad-Alexander-days like this one happened.

Sending you hugs and prayers and love from me to you.

by Inkling on January 29, 2008 at 11:32 pm. #

I’m on my way with lots of other sugar goodies (besides chocolate) and some good chick flicks… I’m sorry it was so crazy for you :(

by Melissa on January 29, 2008 at 11:45 pm. #

big big big hugs for you! i’m sorry!

by aubrey on January 30, 2008 at 12:02 am. #

Shazam! That’s way too much to handle at once.

Peace to you, my friend. So sorry.

by Lisa Milton on January 30, 2008 at 1:19 am. #

Those are the kinds of days you call in dead.
Or hide under a rock, not that I know anything about that.

by moosh in indy. on January 30, 2008 at 3:26 am. #

That sounds like it was a weeks worth of events. I’m so sorry!