The No-Good-Very-Bad-Suck-Ass Day... That Totally ISN'T.

     I am having a suck-ass day. It shouldn't be a suck-ass day. Today I can say I am down 20, yes 20!, pounds. I feel physically better and can see slight differences in the way I look. I finally got around to dying my hair again, which desperately needed it, since the summer sun and chlorine had stripped my previously purple hair down to some vaguely purple strands, dark roots, bleached blonde ends and lots of gray at the temples. (Thanks, kids!) My hair is now indigo blue at the roots, and denim blue on the ends and I love it. (And yes, that is a giant trampoline in my living room, because when you have kiddos with trauma histories and severe ADHD, AND sensory processing disorders, sometimes things are a little different in your house.)

     Oh, and tomorrow, the four of us are headed to Boston because The Hubs got me tickets to Hamilton for my birthday back in April and it's finally time for the show. I'm super excited to see Hamilton, of course, since I am obsessed and a total theater nerd. Plus, a couple of days away from home might be good for all of us.

     So what makes today so suck-ass? Ugh. Just life. I just have that familiar feeling of depression and doom washing over me. Not for any real reason. Just feeling overwhelmed by life. We are having car issues for like the 45th time this year. A car that we are borrowing from a super generous friend broke down yesterday while I was driving with the kids and I had to get it towed at 1 o'clock in the morning last night, after I got off work, so that will require time and money to get handled. It seems like no matter what we do, we just can NOT get ahead of the game. Don't get me wrong, we know how lucky we are in many, many ways, but it seems like every time we take a financial step forward, we get the crap knocked out of us, and knocked back twelve steps. I hate, hate, hate worrying about money. I know money doesn't solve all problems, or bring happiness, but holy shit, NOT having it ain't helping either.

     Why else is it suck-ass? Not really any other reason. We have multiple awesome people who helped us when we needed it, one giving me a ride and another fixing the car. We are healthy, relatively sane, and I'm going to frickin' Hamilton! Now that I write out my whiny complaints, I realize that it's really not so bad. I'm assuming my depressive slump is just a hormonal emotional swing of some kind. Nothing a little Beyonce, Tay-Tay and Gaga can't get me through. (And let's be honest, some Paxil too.) Thanks for listening. Go about your business now.