Dear Heavens, Why me?
Do you ever get those days where all you can think is "Dear Heaven, why me?" I've seemed to have had a string of those the past few days. I know this is typically a whimsical little blog, but today I just need to rant. So forgive me as I go off for a moment.
Saturday was a pleasant enough day, until my roommate and I decided to try a new church which had an evening service. Author laughed her way through the service, as I tried to curl up in the smallest ball possible. No, she wasn't laughing at the service itself, but at the effect it had on me. Let's just say I don't do so well in large crowds of jumping beans and loud shouts that seem to have no rhyme or reason. I twitched and shuddered my way through it until I discovered that if I simply went into my own little world I would be just fine. She intends on laughing for the next 15 years of my life. I intend on never going back, and she owes me one. I plan on using it when she will feel my uncomfyness. (Yes, I know that's not a word, but it should be.) Onward...
Sunday hit...and the whole world seemed to decide to make it "let's give Mouse a crappy time" day. Work was rather hectic as I accidentally over slept by 5 minutes. Not normally an issue, but this morning was the morning I also needed to be in church service (our normal church service, Thank heaven!). So, we ran around like chickens with no heads (and if you have ever seen that, you know it's not the prettiest sight in the world), slammed into work, got everything that needed to be done, done in just the nick of time. From there we headed to service which was a sad day indeed. Our senior pastor retired, and will hand the burden to the new one next week. I'm rather glad I don't have to be there. I've barely made it through the last two things unscathed. Moving on. After service, we ran back to work to clean coffee pots, and head out to a quick lunch with the in-laws. The food was great, but we had to fly back to Sound Castle to toss off the morning clothes and throw on the evening work clothes. Author headed off, and I flew out the door to start prep for the retirement party. 700 some odd cheesecake bites and some where between 30 and 40 platters of them later, we had one of the dishes done. 400 pieces of cake on plates, and candy galore, the gym was set. Glittering in golds and purples, with touches of fall leaves drifting on the tables, and people crowded into the auditorium, the party was started. As we waited down in the gym of everyone to meet us for the reception, my boss, a few volunteers, and I sat chatting on the floor as the chairs were few and far between. We expected standing room only. Good thing to, as that's exactly what it was. Our dishwasher's attitude was in full swing, and the possibility of him not making it through the night in one piece was looking rather high. But as blood all over the gym floor would have been a downer on the evening festivities, we decided to take a different approach. One where he got to stay in one piece...for now. I really don't take well to little punks who take up my space, and waste my time. I have so precious little of it as is, I'd rather not waste it unnecessarily. As the old saying goes, "once spent, you can never get that time back." Eventually, (i.e. the reception started an hour later than scheduled) everyone managed to make it down and the whole thing went off without a hitch...mostly. But what little things didn't go so well, no one but us noticed anyways. my blood sugar crashed an hour and a half before I could go home to take care of it, so I literally crashed through the door of Sound Castle and collapsed on the floor.
That night, I slept restlessly, and woke up this morning around 11:30. The day has gone pretty well considering how low my blood sugar was last night, but I'm definitely still very tired, and not quite up to par yet. A few things that weren't so pleasant happened, but so be it. Don't worry I won't continue to rant about them, but it just made me seriously go why me?
Well my dear bloggers, I know tomorrow will be better, so it's back to whimsical posts tomorrow. That much I can hope to say at least. Thanks for putting up with my ranting at my small little world for the day, and I look forward to posting again later. Goodnight!
Saturday was a pleasant enough day, until my roommate and I decided to try a new church which had an evening service. Author laughed her way through the service, as I tried to curl up in the smallest ball possible. No, she wasn't laughing at the service itself, but at the effect it had on me. Let's just say I don't do so well in large crowds of jumping beans and loud shouts that seem to have no rhyme or reason. I twitched and shuddered my way through it until I discovered that if I simply went into my own little world I would be just fine. She intends on laughing for the next 15 years of my life. I intend on never going back, and she owes me one. I plan on using it when she will feel my uncomfyness. (Yes, I know that's not a word, but it should be.) Onward...
Sunday hit...and the whole world seemed to decide to make it "let's give Mouse a crappy time" day. Work was rather hectic as I accidentally over slept by 5 minutes. Not normally an issue, but this morning was the morning I also needed to be in church service (our normal church service, Thank heaven!). So, we ran around like chickens with no heads (and if you have ever seen that, you know it's not the prettiest sight in the world), slammed into work, got everything that needed to be done, done in just the nick of time. From there we headed to service which was a sad day indeed. Our senior pastor retired, and will hand the burden to the new one next week. I'm rather glad I don't have to be there. I've barely made it through the last two things unscathed. Moving on. After service, we ran back to work to clean coffee pots, and head out to a quick lunch with the in-laws. The food was great, but we had to fly back to Sound Castle to toss off the morning clothes and throw on the evening work clothes. Author headed off, and I flew out the door to start prep for the retirement party. 700 some odd cheesecake bites and some where between 30 and 40 platters of them later, we had one of the dishes done. 400 pieces of cake on plates, and candy galore, the gym was set. Glittering in golds and purples, with touches of fall leaves drifting on the tables, and people crowded into the auditorium, the party was started. As we waited down in the gym of everyone to meet us for the reception, my boss, a few volunteers, and I sat chatting on the floor as the chairs were few and far between. We expected standing room only. Good thing to, as that's exactly what it was. Our dishwasher's attitude was in full swing, and the possibility of him not making it through the night in one piece was looking rather high. But as blood all over the gym floor would have been a downer on the evening festivities, we decided to take a different approach. One where he got to stay in one piece...for now. I really don't take well to little punks who take up my space, and waste my time. I have so precious little of it as is, I'd rather not waste it unnecessarily. As the old saying goes, "once spent, you can never get that time back." Eventually, (i.e. the reception started an hour later than scheduled) everyone managed to make it down and the whole thing went off without a hitch...mostly. But what little things didn't go so well, no one but us noticed anyways. my blood sugar crashed an hour and a half before I could go home to take care of it, so I literally crashed through the door of Sound Castle and collapsed on the floor.
That night, I slept restlessly, and woke up this morning around 11:30. The day has gone pretty well considering how low my blood sugar was last night, but I'm definitely still very tired, and not quite up to par yet. A few things that weren't so pleasant happened, but so be it. Don't worry I won't continue to rant about them, but it just made me seriously go why me?
Well my dear bloggers, I know tomorrow will be better, so it's back to whimsical posts tomorrow. That much I can hope to say at least. Thanks for putting up with my ranting at my small little world for the day, and I look forward to posting again later. Goodnight!
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