WWD: Annoyance

Do you ever get annoyed with yourself the way you might say, if someone were riding your bumper in traffic on the highway? Like, that everything you do is wrong from the moment you get up? You drop makeup in the sink and it crumbles all over the place, or you have to take your contacts out and wash them eight times because they're just filmy, or you are unusually clumsy and banging around in the kitchen making too much noise while at the same time trying not to wake up the house, which somehow has the weird effect of making you even clumsier and louder?

Or you forget to cover your oatmeal in the microwave and it splatters all over the inside, or you put a dirty dish in the clean dishwasher?

And all of this sets the tone for the day and you kind of dread what might happen next, and it starts a whole downward spiral and you feel not pretty enough, never pretty enough, not skinny enough, not funny enough, just not ENOUGH.

And you go through the motions mechanically and just hope no one else notices, so that you can get on with the day, get it over and start again tomorrow?

Yeah, me neither.

BlahBlah,

Shannan