Superstitions Exist for A Reason

I should have known yesterday when I didn’t sleep well during my afternoon “nap” I take before I work a night shift.

I should have known better when I started my evening by almost accidentally pouring my coffee creamer into my salad wrap I was making for lunch.

I ought have realized when the day shift did their “jinxing” comments by saying “well it was a good day, you will have a good night”. Thank you for the gumball popeye.

It was truly a crapfest of crappie nights and I’ve seen some crazy, horrifying, heart-wrenching things (WordPress is telling me crapfest is not a word–it obviously has no experience being a nurse, then again it’s also telling me WordPress is not a word…) More often than not, days like this make you forget why you like, or even love your job and make you want to go quit and work at Walmart or better the library, where it’s quiet.

On top of this, I pretty much haven’t seen Lil’ Bit in 3 days for longer than an hour or two because of work and sleeping for work and Mommy/Daddy date night to go see Santa and when I get home from crapfest my MIL, who watches Lil’ Bit most of the time while I work, has already taken her to go get breakfast. The dam burst is all I can say. I tried to call my baby sister to come over because she’s home from school right now and couldn’t get a hold of her, then I tried my father who is my sage adviser and always seems to say the right thing but again no answer.

So like all festivals (which are synonyms for reasons to drink loads of alcohol) I’ve decided that my crapfest was worthy of a beer-for-breakfast, or some hard Irish cider and an effort at maintaining my sanity by being resourceful and blogging rather than sitting in a corner rocking back and forth crying like I was tempted to do.

Anyway hope your day is better than my night was…



P.S. How about after I published this post WordPress left me this quote :

“A great writer reveals the truth even when he or she does not wish to.” Tom Bissell

Thank you Tom, that made me feel slightly less crazy for publishing this. Slightly.


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