One of Those Days

Do you ever have days when you just feel like crap? Not physically, but mentally? Today is one of those days. Nothing anybody can say or do will make it feel any better. It's not one thing in general bothering me but many things, all piled up.

I'm aggravated that my plantar faciitis is back. I have been pain free since last fall but even my beloved Crocs can't help me now. I change my shoes 2-3 times a day to try and find some comfort. It's always worse in the morning and I swear if I had a pair of crutches handy this morning I would have used them. Tape a marble to the bottom of your foot in the heel area, and try to walk. Yea, that's it. Walking the dog has been out for months. I go occasionally but pay for it later in the day. I even bought some new expensive shoes but had to break them in slowly due to pain. And with vacation coming up in a week and-a-half, what fun am I going to be? A few years ago I was sidelined from walking on beach and had to watch my husband and daughter stroll into the sunset without me. I sat in a cold beach chair waiting for them to come back. Now....that's depressing.

I'm feeling old because my daughter will be 15 in a few days. If she's getting older, I'm really getting older. I feel like I have accomplished nothing in my life. I cook, clean, take care of my mom and other old people, daughter, and husband. Is that why I was put on this earth? If so, I'm not having fun anymore.

I'm disappointed that my husband got his hours cut.....again. He's now down half of what he was just a few months ago. He is just a few hours less of what they consider full time (30 hrs) but because he's been there for 5 years now he will still get to keep half of his sick pay and vacation pay. I guess half is better than nothing.

I'm sad with watching the end of Deadliest Catch and knowing that Capt. Phil's passing is real; he won't be back to fish again. I know that sounds like the dumbest thing on earth to be upset about. But those that watch it will understand and I guess that's all I got to say on that.

I'm slightly irritated that the $350.00 sewing camp I sent my daughter to (in which we got to keep the sewing machine)  has resulted in her making things that she won't even wear. The last item, pajama shorts, I helped her make at home. It was a little more difficult than we thought but we got them done. Has she worn them? No. They are sitting in her drawer. I have asked her over and over to wear them. Tomorrow they will go into a Goodwill box. Don't mess with Mama when she's upset.

I don't really like to blog when I feel like this and I'm sorry if this makes you feel crappy too. Don't feel like you have to comment to make me feel better, it probably wouldn't work anyway. I guess I'm just frustrated at life in general and thought I would feel better if I could get it out.

Nah, not so much.