Can I Be Done With This Week, Please?

Have you ever felt like you're just failing at life?

You know, those days, weeks, months, YEARS when things just don't seem to be going well? 

I'm having one of those weeks.

Every single day is getting worse than the day before.

Don't panic. 

Everyone is fine.

But man.

I'm having a fucking week.

I just feel like I'm not working at 100% of my capacity.

I had a couple of moments during work this week that were forehead-slapping, WTF moments.

Like, CAN I DO MY JOB, PLEASE?

I just couldn't get a grasp on my to-do list.

I accidentally threw my team under the bus - and feel terrible about it. 

Ugh. 

I'd normally just be like "GET ME THROUGH THIS WEEK" but I have a pretty big meeting on MONDAY that I'm DREADING.

So yeah.

Until Monday's meeting is over, my buttcheeks are going to stay clenched. 

I know, it's all a part of the job. Things happen. It will be ok.

It wasn't anything too major - it could've been worse.

But WAH. 

And then I just felt like the kids were home with snow days, so no real school to do...Steve was maxin' and relaxin' since they didn't have real instruction and so yeah and I'm upstairs in my office wallowing in my own pity because I can't get my shit together.

It definitely didn't help that as I was in the middle of drafting a rather important email, Ava comes bursting through my office door and announces that she's hungry. 

Where's dad? Oh, outside on the ATV clearing our driveway and come to find out later, our neighbor's (they were attempting to shovel it).

So he was outside longer than I expected.

I told her to wait a few minutes until he got back inside to make lunch but it took him a while. 

Poor girl waited for almost 45 minutes before I decided to make her lunch.

That didn't help my resentment nor my feeling of not having my shit together. 

Then I felt worse about myself because I was resentful about making my kid lunch (I thoroughly expect Steve to handle all things kids/dogs/house when he's home and I'm working). And then I felt guilty about it because I NEED TO MAKE MY KID FOOD. LIKE LITERALLY MY ONLY REAL JOB IN THE WORLD IS TO KEEP HER AND HER SISTER ALIVE.

MOTHER OF THE YEAR. 

Next week will be better, right? 

Right.