I was having a great day and then someone texted me something and my entire mood changed. I instantly felt BLAH, BLUE, CRAPPY, SAD, IRRITATED, FRUSTRATED AND ANGRY all at once. I kept telling myself “no one can make you feel bad about yourself, only you can do that Tiffani.”
Giving myself therapy didn’t work. I then called Lou and told him the situation and he said “ohhhh.” I could tell it upset him so I quickly changed the subject and pretended I wasn’t upset because the last thing I need is a bummed out salesperson. Lou can’t sell cars if he is worrying about me. Since it wasn’t a life or death matter, but more of an ongoing situation, I decided he didn’t need to waste any of his precious work time listening to me talk it through.
I keep trying to shake off this feeling of dread, but I am not succeeding. So here I am writing my blog as my way of coping. See, I so need all you!
I keep wondering how me being me has become so problematic for some people in my life. I know I live my life as an open book and most people are the exact opposite but is it reasonable to be angry with me for living my life like this?
OK, I am already bored with myself, so let’s move on and get more positive.
Today I hung up all the twinkle lights for the benefits on Friday and Saturday. Trinity’s school and another local school are both hosting their auction nights at the same venue, one night apart. We were doing similar themes and both wanted lighting so we split the cost of the twinkle lights. I hung them up today, which was great because now I only have to do the tabletops on Saturday.
On the Trinity front, she has developed a new skill. She has been doing extreme crafting. Her friend introduced her a site called MyFroggystuff.blogspot.com. They post youtube videos on how to make doll beds, dressers, closets and tons of other stuff. Trinity sold most of her American Girl doll furniture last year and now she wants it back so she started building stuff herself. Saturday night she worked on this wheelchair until 10:00 pm. She did absolutely everything herself. The only thing I did was drive her to the store and send her in with $5 to buy the wooden dowels she needed, while I sat with Tiara in the car.
I am pretty proud of her craftiness. Funny how she choose to build a wheelchair. Siblings to special needs children always are thinking different than the rest of the population. Love it!
Have a wonderful weekend!