Anxiety. Is a bitch.
Last Weds night I stayed up all night reading a book and got 4 hours of sleep.
Thursday I was sick. Everyone at my work was sick. I was hoping to go work for a bit leave early and sleep it off , but I was the only well enough to have showed up and no one could come in for me. So I had to stay and suffer.
I felt worse every day culminating with a sick day on Tuesday. (And my natural day off of Weds).
On Sunday we rescued the dog. He’s a 7 month old pit bull mix. We call him Louie.
A) he is a LOVE! He is sweet and snuggly and so good.
B) he’s a puppy. He was a stray in Alabama. He’s a SHIT BAG. (Which is not fair.) he needs a lot of attention and going outside every five goddamn seconds. He barks in his kennel for HOURS at bedtime. Yesterday he had No accidents in the house. Today he had 4.
I’m at the end of my rope after 3 days. But that’s ridiculous. He’ll learn. Charlotte learned. She was a pain in the ass. She cried all night. She had accidents. Now she is mostly not a shit bag. Or maybe she just seems better because she’s compared to this fool.
Also. Just for fun, my anti lock breaks are not working. Driving home from work Monday for no reason the light came on. I ignored it because everything seemed fine. I wasn’t even breaking when it came on! Then today I drove again and yeah there’s something wrong with them.
So now I have to drive 1.5 hours a day to work with janky breaks worrying they’re gonna go out while I’m going 80 down the highway. I wasn’t even thinking to get them looked at while I’ve been home sick. So now I can’t go until next week.
I’m pms’ing. Which makes everything so much worse.
I’m anxious about by wife getting close to ovulation.
All I need to do I not freak out on the dog. He’ll learn and in a few months I’ll have forgotten how difficult this was. And fix my breaks.
Lemme say though. Next time I’m sick I’m telling my family I’m going to work and telling my work I’m at home and going to a hotel instead. I feel a million times better today. But taking care of a baby and a dog and a puppy while sick was a niiiiiightmaaaaaaaaaare. Not to be dramatic, just not an experience I was prepared for. So how can I prepare to take care of a new baby on top of things? We don’t even have one yet but I’m already feeling like it’s too much.
Everything is fine. These are minor issues. It’s fine. It’s fine. This too shall pass.
“It might pass like a kidney stone. But it will pass”