Yesterday was stupid.
I woke up at 4.30am, and couldn’t get back to sleep. So I went for a run just after 5. I had to be in work shortly after that, but stopped to treat myself to a fruit cup and coffee from Pret.
Uh. Oh. This was where I should just have turned around and gone back to bed. The fruit was dried out and sour. The coffee had milk in it. I don’t do milk. I don’t like it. It’s makes me gag. And, on more than one occasion, vomit. What a way to ruin a coffee – and my Wednesday.
Then work began. And did not stop. It went on, and on, and on. Until around 6.30pm when I was thinking I could get ready to pack up and go home, but answered a call from the New York office. One of my team hadn’t sent their work on. The buck stops with me. And when I couldn’t get through to him on the phone, or find the files on the server, I had to redo the work.
(I should also mention that by this point in the day I had consumed at least 7,000 calories. I do not think this would have happened had I enjoyed my fruit cup that morning.)
I left work, and it was raining. I decided I needed to walk a lot to try and calm myself and get some exercise, so walked up to Islington to go to Waitrose and buy some pumpkin ravioli. At the back of my head, I kept thinking I would not have time to digest said ravioli before bed, but I wanted it so much.
Cue a mini meltdown in Waitrose when every single person on the tills decided to just stop and chat to their customers for a good ten minutes rather than actually serve anyone else. Cue customers behind me hassling me to hassle the checkout staff. It was all very stressful.
And then there were no buses.
I got in the door to my flat, anxious to get this pumpkin ravioli cooking ASAP. And the phone rang. It was my Dad.
“Dad, I literally just got in the door.”
By this point it is past 9pm.
And he talks, and talks, and talks. Mainly about the weather.
I got kind of snippy. Then made my ravioli, ate it in a rush, and then called him back to apologise for being a grump, at which point my Mum wanted to talk.
I stuffed myself with more chocolate.
DID I MENTION HOW HORMONAL I AM RIGHT NOW?
And went to bed.
It was a stupid day.
But what I really wanted to tell you all is that I did not cry. I got angry with a few people, but I did not end up locked in a cubicle at work trying to calm down. And I didn’t wish that I was coming home to someone to tell about my day and cuddle and love.
I was, in fact, 100% delighted when I put down the phone to my parents, turned on the TV, and had a good hour to myself before falling asleep.
This, my friends, is progress.
Pizza of Doom 
You go girl. And by go, I mean you rock. It’s amazing at how demanding jobs can be. And how much people rely on you to do everything all at once.
Funny enough, yesterday I had a very surprising realization that I have been making similar progress to you… and it happened when after work and chores and cooking and getting everything else done, I realized all I wanted was to have a shower and settle down into bed with a good book or episode of ‘Sherlock’. I thought to myself, God if I even had a man in my life right now, I wouldn’t even have time for him or WANT to sacrifice that time for him!
THAT for me is immense progress, seeing as how I’m so accustomed to putting off anything and everything for the guy in my life.
Hugs.
Damn we’re doing well, eh? 🙂 x
Yay for you, lady! if you’ve felt that way once, you’ll keep feeling it. You don’t need a man to have fun. Except, Sherlock. Natch. x
You’re so right. Men just seem to add problems and stress to my life anyway. I can’t take it anymore.
But God
Sherlock.
Hell yes.
X
But would you really want someone like Sherlock? Are they not the self conceited smart guys that one drools over then break your hearts? No women can ever compete with the thrill he gets from his vocation. Just a thought…