Rough Day

Anyone have days that are just bad?

Well today was one of those for me.
The happy parts are highlighted.

Looked pretty cute today, if I do say so myself.
Got to work early so I could take a long lunch.
Drank coffee.
Worked while thinking of everything but work.
Wandered around aimlessly.
Counted down the minutes to 11:15 so that I could leave for lunch.
Met friend at Yardhouse for lunch.
Ate seared ahi. Yum.
Got gas.
Went back to work.
Worked while thinking of everything but work.
Wandered around aimlessly.
Thought of calling in sick tomorrow.
Talked with coworkers about drinking and making out.
Ate chocolate cake.
Ate mini cinnamon rolls...4 of em.
Ate 1 piece of red licorice. (Why do my coworkers do this to me?)
Wondered why the clock still said 2:15.
Asked for an hour of vacation so I could go running with a coworker at 3:30.
Left work one hour early to go run.
Ran from the office to a nearby mini mountain.
Ran up the mountain.
Ran down the mountain.
Saw a beautiful view and thought of how awesome God is.
Ran back to the office...6 miles total.
Drove home.
Listened to Take My Hand by Dido many times throughout the day (in car, while running). If it's not on my playlist, listen to it here: http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=qpVM_az0Zjw
Stopped for water and a scratcher.
Didn't win.
Got home.
Saw the boys. Congratulated Brenden on his perfect spelling test and SUPER DAY happy note!
Looked at homework.
Helped Ethan with algebraic word problems.
Did dinner.
Did laundry.
Sprayed ants.
Cleaned up ants.
Dumped trash.
Made lunches.
Got sick.
Yes, I can't breathe and I keep sneezing. This is because I thought about calling in sick tomorrow, isn't it!?
Read some blogs.
Drank some Airborne.
Got mad at Brennie for asking me thirty times if he could have airborne too even though I told him no the first time.
Washed Brennie up very quickly.
Hugged the boys.
Wrote this blog while staring at a pile of laundry that needs to be folded.
And I am currently waiting for a phone call from my ex husband so he can tell me which items he sold for our son's fundraiser. The order forms are due tomorrow and I only have one kid's form. This means that he has to tell me each thing that was ordered, and I have to pay for it all. I hope he pays me back.
Brenden just came in and hugged me.

So that's it.
After writing it out, I guess it doesn't look so bad. Ok, it wasn't so bad. It was the thinking and the wandering that got me down. But now to bed and pleasant dreams.