I spent what felt like most of the day tearing apart the house looking for the charger for my camera battery. It was not my finest moment. Or moments.
There were plenty of other things that needed doing, but I stayed on the search for the charger with monomaniacal focus. And an increasingly frenzied manner.
I believe this fruitless search then derailed a series of plans for the rest of the day. I mean, the day turned out kind of okay, but nothing really like I wanted it to.
I also believe that the frantic search led to a buildup of cortisol that hung around and made it difficult to cope with minor bumps in the road. And I am sure that my crazed search didn't help anyone else around me.
And although the temperature was not skyrocketing today, I did have to soak in a cool tub to bring my own temperature down.
I don't think it is just my tendency to take the blame for everything... I am pretty sure that I telegraphed my stress to everyone around me. There was rage and yelling and collapsing into a four-hour nap.
The punchline? As soon as I gave up the hunt for the elusive charger, my spouse reached between the seats of the car and produced a mysterious camera bag. And the charger.
Grateful Crap: today is over
took meds (150mg sertraline 300mg bupropion)
Quaker, teacher, parent,