First of all, I wish the title of this post was, “little miss wines a lot”. Maybe this weekend…
Back when I was a small tyke, the “little miss and mr. men” books were very popular. We bought one called “Little Miss Bossy”. I am fairly certain I liked the fact she was a blue (my favorite color) character and she looked cute. Maybe it was because she wore boots – these are all possibilities. Never did I imagine what a mistake this was…
My family always said I was bossy and when we read the book about “miss bossy boots” they latched onto the (almost) literation and it became my nickname. Whoa.Is.Me. I am still called “bossy boots” to this day. I perfer to say these were leadership qualities displayed at an early age but no one buys it.
Why the long intro? Because I’ve been feeling like “little’ miss whines a lot” all week. No, this isn’t an actual character but it should be. Frankly, I want to punch everyone in the face and I am simply irritated. IRRITATED! There is no one specific reason why. Honestly, most were a bunch of #firstworldproblems. I was going to whine to you all but you’ve been saved – sort of. I spent the last part of my day listening to someone whine incesisently so I didn’t want to put you through that torture.
So I revamped this post a bit! Ordinarily I would go for a run to sweat this mood out but I’m feeling kind of crummy. I recognize I say I don’t feel well quite often and there are a variety of reasons for this. I’ll jump back into things this weekend for sure.
A run is also sort of out of the question considering I don’t have a sports bra clean. My laundry mountain is out of control. I don’t even remember the last time I did laundry but I think it was Jan. 2nd. Maybe. I’m getting low on clean clothes! As in, it’s almost time for bikini bottoms as skivvies! I am both lazy and bratty: I don’t want to walk outside in the freakin’ arctic blast! I did finally come up with a
decent brilliant idea of getting the laundry to the laundry room without breaking a hip on the ice. I’m going to use one of my big older suitcases on wheels and roll it back and forth. I am good at using my resources well and considering the amount of laundry this will save my back.
Other than these silly annoynaces I just feel out of sorts. I need to pull my head out of my bum. I got to catch up with a dear friend last night and haven’t woken up late once this week! I’ve had bacon for dinner three times this week. I have a wonderful bottle of wine for the weekend. I picked out races to sign up for and will be registering very soon. I also don’t have to pay for my own heat which is huge during the aforementioned artic blast.
AND I paid for my running coach! I still can’t believe I went through with it! I’ve thought about it for a while and thought I would never be able to afford it. Or that it was only for runners who were really good. Or it would be something where I talk about it but am too nervous and allow it to get in the way of my goals. It was kind of like registering for Dopey – I just did it, refusing to consider there was a possibility of failure.
Most of the time, in the midst of all my whining I do remember the positives! Not to mention, I still have ice cream left!