It’s Just One of Those Days…

I have always heard that the week before vacation is the worst.

I go camping every summer to a place called Hermit Island. I have been going since I was little and it is my most favorite place to be. And every year I look forward to going, but I don’t remember the week before vacation being this awful…

For the first time in my college career I am traveling on my spring break. And another first time thing, I will be taking a plane! Woohoo!

Alex’s family has invited us down to Georgia for a fun-filled week of adventures and sun. I have been thinking about it since the day Alex first asked me to go, which was months ago!

We leave on Saturday.

Not only is it midterm week, but it’s the week before my period and my emotions are all over the place and pimples are popping up. It’s just a terrible mix.

In addition to all that, we are now halfway through our last semester in college. And I have to be honest, I am freaking out.

I am tired all the time. I am working on cover letters all the time. I am updating my resume all the time.

I am terrified that I will not find a job, or find a place, or people to live with after college because I cannot continue living in a closet….no really, I live in a closet.

All I want to do is just enjoy my last semester and enjoy this upcoming week, but all I have been doing is stressing. Alex is feeling the same.

Yesterday (Wednesday), was an unexpected day off for me. My only class on Wednesday was optional, and work in the office was quiet, so I decided to take the whole day off to catch up on work and run errands.

But I really should not have gotten out of bed…

I am unsure how it happened or how I got tangled, but as I got up, I pulled my curtain rod right out of the wall. Nails and paint chips fell on my face and that’s how I woke up..

After showering and eating breakfast with no injuries, I set out of my errands. My first stop was Sam’s Club to get my glasses fixed.

I recently bought two pairs of glasses with my new prescription. And both are very different from each other to change my outfits up. But again, I am not sure how I did it, but I scratched one pair, and the other needs to be adjusted because they always fall down my nose.

But when I got there, the optical department was closed with a “nice” little sign that read “sorry for the inconvenience.”

So I left, a little frustrated, but things happen, and then drove 20 minutes to my shared storage unit.

First off, I wore the wrong shoes and sunk in the mud, and then as I opened up the door I was shocked to see how packed it was.

Have you ever gotten and ice cream on a hot day and got so excited to eat it, only to have it fall off of the cone? Maybe it was on your birthday? No?  Well, it has happened to me before. I felt that exact deflating sadness when I opened the door.

I needed to get to my sandals and sneakers, because again, I live in a closet and have no room. By this time I thought that I would be living in my own apartment so I wasn’t worried about packing all of my spring stuff away. I should have worried about it or at least packed it in the front…

I didn’t even attempt getting in there. I drove away.

My next errand took me to Walmart looking for workout pants and sports bras. Alex told me to prepare for every scenario. Last time I was visiting his family we went on a hike that I was pretending not to be dying on, so I have been planning ahead.

I drank two cups of coffee before I left for my errands, which at the time was amazing, but by the time I got to Walmart, any sneeze or slight giggle would have made my bladder burst. I have short legs and am a slow walker, but when I gotta go, I gotta go, so I raced from the parking lot into the store.

But when I got there…the bathrooms were closed for cleaning.

I could have cried.

I shuffled through the clothes section, pretty much holding my breath to keep from walking funny and creating a scene, although I am sure I already looked ridiculous with my crazy eyes.

The bathrooms opened as I was leaving. Relieving myself was the best part of my day.

 

My day didn’t get much better after that. I went to the bank and walked into a tree and got my hair caught. When I got home and made lunch, I spilled water all over the counter. And so on and so on.

By the end of the day I felt like I ran a marathon. Nothing seemed to work. Nothing went right.

But it happens. That’s life, right? Everyone has bad days and bad weeks, we just have to learn to breath. I am working on that now with all the stress in my life. If I let it get to me, I won’t enjoy anything.

Boy I cannot wait for vacation…