And what a day it's been.
Yesterday there were a few upheavals having to do with Mom that left me dreaming about Donny Osmond in a purple double-knit suit, pastoring a church that I attended wearing only a bra and slacks while counseling one of the pastor's wives about having to raise her daughter's premature infant son.
Yeah, I slept REALLY well. Not.
Then around 6:30 a.m. I got a phone call from Hubster. His vehicle had broken down and he needed me to drive the car out to where he was and to have The Girl follow me. I dropped the car off, then had The Girl take me over to Mom's house so I could use her car to go to work. Thankfully, my cousins, who are staying there for a few days, were up and had coffee on. I sat there in my unshowered, unkempt state and talked until I was late for work, then headed home to shower.
Arriving at work late, I went to my desk and decided that since everyone on the floor was gone on vacation except me, I was going to have a good cry.
And cry I did.
For two and a half solid hours.
I'd just get over one bout, and then I'd think of something else to cry about, so I'd start up again. I cried about anything and everything imaginable. I cried because I needed to. I cried because of All The Stress. I cried because of Lack of Funds. I cried because of Transmissions That Go Out In The Night. I cried because of Mom and Doctors. I cried because of License Plates. I cried because I felt bad. I cried because I am hopeless when it comes to cleaning my house. I cried because I am so very tired of living my life the way I have to now. I cried because I can see no end to any of the day-to-day stuff I have to deal with.
And after I was done crying, I gave it all to God once again and I stopped.
Tomorrow is another day. It's another chance to start over. Another chance to try again.
And "Feel Sorry For Me Day" doesn't come around for another month.