HELP!

Why is it so difficult to ask for help sometimes? I don't have everything figured out; I don't believe I ever will. The only thing worse than needing help and not asking for it; is not knowing you need help in the first place.

Today was one of those days, everything I tried to accomplish, everything I physically did, everything I missed; was piled on top of my already crappy mood.

Here's how it unfolded:

- Alarm goes off at 7am, I always press snooze until 7:20ish but this morning I turn it off

- Zeus wakes us in his annoying fashion of pacing back and forth because of the thunderstorm outside, so now its raining

- We get to the warehouse, ready for the workout that Mike has planned (every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday)

- During the workout, I slip on a rubber mat and land hard on my right knee, it hurt but I keep going (I'm tough like that)

- I try super gluing some soles to two pairs of lifting shoes and I super-glue my fingers together, only the first layer of skin is lost

- I speak to customers on the phone and in person, sometimes these interactions overlap in addition to receiving shipments from UPS and FedEx

- One particular customer spray's me, by accident, with Bear Deflector. (I cannot make this sh*t up) He had the spray bottle hanging from the belt loop of his cargo shorts. Before walking into the warehouse, he tries spraying himself (I think) but the nozzle was facing me while I was holding Zeus. He apologizes but doesn't explain what was in the bottle so when I got the chance, I read the label

- I was really excited for my pear, I usually eat it around 3pm, this particular pear tastes like burnt fabric with the same texture, so I throw it out

- The guys were supposed to be back by 3pm and I had errands to run like the bank deposit and the store. They do not arrive until 4:30pm (the bank closes at 5pm). We all have to go together (Kevin, Me and Zeus)

- We get to the bank with 5 minutes to spare except we are the 6th car in line at the drive thru. By the time we get to the window, I am confident the only reason they help us is because of Zeus, he get's a total of 4 treats

- We go to the store where we need to buy an item for the business. Apparently, the item we want can only be ordered online, we leave empty handed

- At this point I am SUPER Hangry. I get the bright idea of having Taco Bell since its Cinco De Mayo on Taco Tuesday. Such an original idea! The line up for Taco Bell is through the parking area, out onto the street and already a full block long (we see vehicle's hopping curbs to get in and out of the mess)

- I am deflated and we settle for McDonald's which is shameful considering we've been working out and eating better (not that Taco Bell is any better but at least it helps my bowels move things along)

- Kevin figures, since I am in such a bitch-tastic mood, that I would enjoy some fries in the car on the way home. He would have been correct if it hadn't been for the salt, I finish them anyway but I cannot have pop to drink so I have to wait till we get home to have some water (If I'm going to eat junk food outside of my Sunday Treat Day than I absolutely cannot have any pop - priorities people!)

- We get home, set everything down and start eating our meals. If any of you love McNuggets the way I love McNuggets you will understand why I start to cry, they forgot the Sweet and Sour Sauce 😞

I sit here now and worry about my sanity. I don't know when or if I was supposed to ask for help today but I know that it was a hard day. I don't want to carry this mood into the evening which is why I am sharing it and letting the words be my therapy. I really hope my negative energy and my incessant complaining is just PMS and not my new coping strategy. I wouldn't want to live or be married to me if everyday was like today. I've said it before and I'll say it again.... poor Kevin.

#thestruggleisreal