Feeling this negative and blue… it was only a matter of time
before I would start attracting more negative things into my life, right? The
real estate agent of our landlord just called (the house we rent is on the
market) and tomorrow there will be a house showing.
It could not have been a
worse time. It’s the end of winter, we need a good ole’ fashioned weekend-long spring
cleaning. Getting rid of stuff. You know… somewhere in March the rest of the family helps. Not this
afternoon! Not alone! Now besides having cramps of miscarrying, I'm also having conniptions
and stress because I’ll need to bend over backwards to get this place representable
within 24 hours, while all I want to do is sulk some more and walk around in my
husband's oversized bathrobe in the middle of a weekday. I was only planning on
getting dressed to pick up my daughter from school. Possibly making an
emergency stop for more M&M's.
So. That said. I just wanted to present exhibit A. This stuff IS true. Vibe low, expect crap!
Now I can do two things:
1) Be even more bummed than I already was, drag my heels while cleaning,
cursing all the way and calling whoever wants to listen to me ranting about my
misfortune. And by tomorrow I will probably have attracted a flat tire, a lost
wallet and a crashed computer.
2) Roll up my sleeves, be grateful for the kick in my ass from the Universe and
start straightening up already. Play some Mike Dooley tapes in the background,
get motivated again and look forward to moving to a better place eventually.
And I don’t just mean the house.
Seems like an easy choice. On paper.
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