A few years ago I learned about a movement called
A Complaint Free World. I saw them on television and decided to pick up the book at the library. Basically, the movement involved each participant wearing a LiveStrong-like bracelet and each time that person complained (about anything) they had to put the bracelet on their other wrist. I tried it, and failed. I failed miserably. I read all of the success stories, how people went from changing wrists up to a hundred times a day to only once every few months. But I just couldn’t do it. I quit, put the bracelets in a box somewhere, and haven’t seen it in years. But I do think about this movement frequently. I think about the effort mostly when I’m about to complain about something ridiculous. Is it really worth the energy?
This past week (I feel) has been complaint-worthy. I really hate complaining on Twitter, Facebook and especially my blog. I pride myself in being a happy, smiling person (most of the time). I don’t think that social media is the right place to seek empathy for life’s little “happenings”.
Today I am making a huge exception. Please stop reading if you aren’t really for me to complain. I completely understand if you do. After all, it’s the holidays; there is no room for sadness and stress, right?
Last week sucked. It really, really sucked. Here is the breakdown:
(I promise there is a happy ending, at least.)
Sunday-Monday: I wake up with a piercing headache. I could barely get out of bed let alone go to work. But I sucked it up, got dressed, put on my glasses and went to the office. Slowly, it started to fade away, but it was one of those headaches that could have put me right out of commission.
Tuesday Morning: Reddick and I wake up and we go downstairs so he can do his business and play a little fetch. He was going back to work with me after spending a week working from home with my boyfriend. I was excited to have my little officemate back. Reddick meets up with a few of his friends and they run around like they always do, until I hear a little shriek. I just assumed Reddick’s paw got stepped on or something simple. No such luck. Reddick got nicked in the face and three hours later I’m sitting at my desk, alone, extremely depressed and stressed out, because Reddick is at the vet getting stitches all day. I won’t even go into the detail about how much money this cost us because that’s just a way of life. But you can imagine that it’s slightly stressful to spend hundreds of dollars before 9am.
Tuesday Evening: I go home to my sad little puppy. He is all drugged up, looks ridiculously miserable and I feel like a failure of a puppy mom. How could I let this happen to my baby? After a few hours the numbness died down and Reddick discovered his stitches. The night ended with us putting socks on his feet and Reddick spending all night trying to get them off. No one got any sleep that night.
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| Drugs work wonders on this hyper little pup |
Wednesday: (I forgot to mention earlier that Friday night I was planning a cookie decorating party to prepare for the DC Cookie Swap. At this point my Facebook invite list was looking pretty solid. By Wednesday a few had to bail, but I didn’t worry. I had baked about six dozen cut out cookies and put them in the freezer.) Anyways, Wednesday was ok. Reddick came with me to work and slept most of the day. Things seemed to be alright. The headache was gone and Reddick was in recovery mode. Just before leaving the office to go home, my mom instant messages me and tells me that something happened to my teenage cousin. She plays hockey, and played a stellar game the night before (I read all about it online). But the paper never mentioned anything about her being injured. My phone had died and I couldn’t get anyone’s phone numbers. I rushed home to charge it up and call to see what was going on.
Wednesday Evening: I learn that my poor little cousin had to have her gall bladder removed. To respect her privacy I won’t go into details, but you can guess that this type of emergency is NOT normal among teenage girls and we were all extremely worried.
Thursday-Friday: Reddick managed to rip out two stitches. He bled all over. My cousin was not going home from the hospital as soon as expected. I also got a speeding ticket in the mail and a cop pulled me over to tell me my tire pressure was low (really nice actually and not so awful). And did I mention it is freezing in Montgomery County?
Friday Evening: I feel like crap. I woke up with mild cramps but by the end of the day, my stomach is burning. This rarely happens, but when it does, its excruciating. It was too late to call of my cookie party, so I went home, put on a big pot of
Tortilla Soup and prepped for everyone to come over. By the end of the night, most had bailed because Montgomery County had been infested with the flu and others had some unpredictable family dramas going on. (So it was a bad week for everyone.) I ended up having three guests. Three amazing guests I might say though. We had lots of fun! But we had dozens of cookies to decorate. Needless to say, after everyone left, I was still decorating and decorating well into Saturday afternoon. I go to bed, but end up on the couch because I’m tossing and turning in so much pain. At least America’s Funniest Home Videos is on at 5am…
Saturday Morning: I’m still on the couch. I really don’t plan on moving all day, even though I have tons of cleaning, decorating and oh yeah, Christmas shopping to do. I got a text from my aunt saying my cousin is still in the hospital. I make an attempt to contact my family to see what’s going on, and no one is responding. Finally, I get a hold of my Dad who is acting super sketchy. Great, I’m thinking, something really is wrong with my cousin. Within the next few minutes I find out that my cousin is still in the hospital and so is my Dad. What?! Are you kidding me? Again, to keep things private, my Dad is now ok and home, but there was a little scare and we’re still trying to figure out exactly what put him in the hospital.
I had to get out of the house. Luckily, a friend called me out for lunch and I gathered enough energy to go out to do my shopping and finish decorating the cookies. The news of two family members in the hospital strangely provided me with some kind of endorphin-like energy boost and I just had to keep going. At this point I didn’t even think I would make it to the cookie swap just because I was so stressed out and didn’t really feel like mingling. I went home on Saturday night and just snuggled on the couch with Reddick until I fell asleep.
Sunday: (I promise, the story is almost over, and the good part IS coming.) I wake up and it’s cold, dark and rainy. What a great day to sit on the couch and watch football, right? Instead, I suck it up, bake some more cookies (to liven up my little cutout bunch), and prepare myself to head to
Lisa’s for the cookie swap.
I am so glad that I went. The afternoon was incredible. It was really nice to meet new people in the DC area, especially knowing that we all already have a few common interests. The afternoon was filled with lots of conversation and of course, swapping cookies. I walked out the door extremely happy knowing that I put some faces to names I follow Twitter and hopefully started some great new friendships. I think I could go on for awhile about how much fun I had, but you’ve read enough, right?
I was thrilled that things were looking up. But the week wasn’t over quite yet. One of the girls I met at the swap decided to follow me back to the beltway. My phone takes me in a completely different direction, and, yes, we got extremely lost. I do not know my way around Virginia at all. Not only did we get lost, but at some point, we even got in a little fender-bender. Yep, I bumped into someone who could potentially be a great friend, and caused just a little more stress than the amount we were already under. Who does that? I’m so embarrassed; I can’t even believe I am typing this. But thankfully, no one was hurt, no cars were damaged and we went back on our lost way. Finally we found the beltway, and were on our way back to Maryland. I won’t go into detail how we managed to lose the remote when we got home and I found out a I left a huge tub of Smart Balance on the grocery counter a few days earlier.
So, there it is, my week in review. I promise you that this will the first, only and last time I rant on like this. I really hate doing it, but I think that it opens the door to a lot of great things (believe it or not):
Throughout all the crappiness, I sucked it up and went to the cookie swap. A few years ago, I don’t think I would have had the guts to even go. Since moving to DC it hasn’t been very easy to make new friends and I have been slightly intimidated to put myself out there. I finally did, and I think it’s going to turn into something great. I think there really is light at the end of the tunnel. Even though you think things might be awful and the world will never work in your way again, it will eventually, I promise. My cousin is home and recovering, as well as my Dad. Reddick get his stitches out tomorrow. Today, I felt a lot better phsyically and went for a nice long run on the treadmill. Now it’s time to get back into the Christmas spirit!
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| Back at it, and ready for a brand new week! |
So, who else had a bad week?