Listen. I'm having a case of the Mondays. Just let me get this off my chest, will you?
There's this really awful newish person at work I've had the displeasure of training. She's rude and condescending and won't listen to me because she assumes she knows better, which means my days have been full of damage control and reminding her again of why she can't do what she did, and then she does it again. She's one of the only people I've ever met that makes it physically painful for me to be civil with. She's the new PFF, except instead of a passion for fashion, she has a passion for interjecting into everyone's conversations with her unsolicited opinions. But let's not keep talking about this because my blood pressure is rising by the second.
I got a changing table tonight from Craigslist that matches the crib. I felt like an idiot when I picked it up because I realized I didn't know how to put the seats down in my car, and she had to figure it out for me. I felt just as idiotic the time my mom had to explain the baby bathtub to me, which may or may not have been yesterday afternoon. It was confusing, ok? Except when she explained it to me I started to question my intelligence and wonder how I will keep a tiny human alive when I can't figure out a bleeping plastic bathtub. But back to the changing table. I got so embarrassed I started sweating through my clothes and rambling and I'm just really glad I never have to see her again. The changing table also has questionable stains because, hello, it's a changing table, and I will need to repaint it. Which means James needs to repaint it. And even though that doesn't involve me in the slightest, I feel exhausted just thinking about it.
Craigslist is not for the faint of heart and I hate it. I had an appointment to pick up a dresser for the nursery tomorrow night, but the jerk decided to sell it tonight instead and I would like to hunt him down and speak to him about manners. And let's not talk about the bidding wars and the people who don't respond and the people who do respond but then suddenly disappear and the fact that you realize some things won't fit in your car and also you're 6.5 months pregnant and can't help carry heavy things and your hormones turn this into something worthy of having meltdowns over. I'm not emotionally stable enough for this. Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm stressed out.
I came home in a royal mood and decided to make some hot chocolate and rewatch Sherlock to feel better. I went upstairs to find that the maintenance man did not fix our shower like he said he did. The volume buttons on my phone stopped working, along with the power button. I also discovered that I left my closet light on all day. I went to turn it off, got distracted by the baby dancing on my bladder, and forgot to turn it off for another 3 hours. After I sat down on the couch with my goods, I realized my shirt was on all wrong and that simple realization made me teary-eyed. Then the smoke detector started chirping and James said he couldn't hear a thing. I'm starting to lose my sanity and he is completely oblivious to the very loud chirping and HOW DOES SOMEONE NOT HEAR THAT. IT IS VERY LOUD.
I looked through blog posts looking for some kind of blogging inspiration. Oh, what is this? Baby necessities? I'm about to have a baby, so lemme look. A $100 baby carrier? A $50 designer blanket for my baby to spit up on? Maybe your smoke detector is going off too, because you are out of your mind.
It's 10:00 and I meant to be in bed an hour ago with my book. AS IF I can sleep with the smoke detector chirping in caps lock. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. Bad days should be outlawed in December, right? It's Christmas time! I shouldn't want to pull my hair out.