Today is one of those days where I have a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach and I don't even know why.
It could be because I have a mammoth freelance project due for Monday and I don't know how I'll ever finish it. It might be because at life group tonight we have to talk to our group (comprising mainly single guys) about Sunday's church service on "designer sex" (our church is currently doing an eight-week series on sex).
It may be because TSC is leaving me home alone to go hunting for five days on Friday and he won't be there to light the fire for us every evening (he is so much better at keeping the fire going than I am). Or maybe the dread is simply hanging around because the drama at the office has finally got to me.
Or... maybe I'm confusing dread with the ridiculously sore muscles I have from yesterday's ab class that have coupled with the shakes I have from too much caffeine to make me look like someone plugged me into a wall socket and chucked a bucket of water over me.
I just want today to be done with.
I lie. That's not all I want.
I'd also love an office chair with a heater in it, a way to get bikini-ready in a week (that actually works), time to paint and money to buy various things (a new kettle, seeing ours just died. And a server for our dining room. And an electric blanket that fits our bed seeing ours is two sizes too small. And, and, and... the list goes on).
Blah...
Anyone have a cure for dread? I have a feeling someone is going to prescribe getting over myself as the best course of action. May not be a bad idea ;-)
*Because if dread was an animal, it would be a big grey duck sitting on my head. Wonder what the shrinks would say about THAT?
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Arrgh I also have a grey duck on my head, cos I have to do my presentation tomorrow and I am so tired and I never want to see the stupid thing again. Bleeeeeegh.
Also, pirates knocked up Shrek.
I have no idea...
But...more importantly...what is designer sex?!?!?
YA!!! more details on the designer sex please :)
I had a wave of nausea today - feels similar to dread - it was so bad i packed up and came home. But by the time i got here I felt fine and ate pancakes!! Maybe you are just hungry (",)
Is your church the one with that nonsensical billboard on Rivonia road then ... the one that says "Jozi loves sex, God loves sex", or something similar - it makes little sense to me??
Hope you feel less dread-ful ;)
I advise to forget about the fire, set the too small cover to high, climb under and cover your head until you feel better (or you suffocate the duck).
I get something similar - but mine is normally linked to an oncoming anxiety attach. Strange. I know.
My suggestion: Food, Fire, Cuddles, Reading, wine - in no particular order :)
It is such a relief to know that other people have days like this too! I'm so sorry for you, but glad I am not alone in this. I had one of those days yesterday - I actually posted about it, but felt so bad about the post I eventually deleted it, comments and all.... Hang in there hun, it gets better (but you already know that!)
Best cure for dread and anxiety that I know is to get up and get moving. Keep busy. It is empowering.
I also have a long list of wants...
If dread was an animal, your hubby the hunter would have it in his rifle sights:-)
Would love more deets about designer sex too.
Hey Wenchy.
I loathe that feeling of anticipating something... that curling slithering eel in the pit of your stomach.
And do not try and tell me you are not bikini-ready!
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