Crabby

Today I am crabby. I can tell because I've been yelling at my dogs a lot. And I had a bout of road rage while driving down the alley...alone. Kate should be happy that she had to work tonight.

There's nothing really in particular that is bothering me. Although, after sitting down to watch a 30 minute show and subsequently being sucked into 2 hours of garbage, I'm upset with myself for not getting anything done tonight. I really hate TV.

Now I'm overwhelmed because the kitchen is a wreck, our fridges stinks like death and we CANNOT figure out why, our Christmas tree, although in the stand with water, is still wrapped in netting, our front walk needs ice melt, I have an email I'm dreading writing (wedding budget woes), and now I'm stressing about our wedding budget.

Although, looking at that list now it doesn't seem SO bad.

To make myself feel a little better, let me pat myself on the back for the things I DID do today, even if they're small:
- worked a full day, rather productively
- came home over lunch to let the dogs out
- started the dishwasher
- went to the gym and ran 3 miles worth of hill intervals (this is actually pretty big because it's the 1st time I've run since the marathon!)
- took a shower (I totally get credit for this. And bonus points for shaving my legs.)

So, yeah, "pat, pat, pat."

Anyway, instead of stressing anymore, I made myself a cup of tea and tucked myself into bed early with a book and my journal. After all, tomorrow is another day.