Old hot dog buns

I will blame my cranky mood on the simple fact that its Monday, but we all know I can be cranky any and every other day of the week.

I started this day thinking, how do we EVER make it through 5 whole work days in a ROW??  How do we do it??  Then I reminded myself to not anticipate annoying or bad things, but to anticipate good...like, I know I will have a good cup of coffee when I get to work, and it will be a beautiful summer day.  I bee-bopped into work with this sing-song attitude, but man...I just couldn't sustain it.  I will save you the deets, but I can only be second-guessed so many times, and I can only take the same phone call so many times, and I can only hear people talking about work instead of doing work for so long...at some point, I think that you just have to accept that today is not going to be the best day.  And thats okay...right?!

So I guess I can blame my crank on work.  I shouldn't bring it home with me.  But I do.  Then my attitude makes me pissed that I even have to go to an office for 8+ hours a day, and other people have the freedom to set their own schedule or to work part-time.  I feel like my entire day is spent on either prepping for work, working, unwinding from work, or prepping for the next day.  When is the time of the day where work is not involved??  Work taps me on the shoulder when I start to order my 3rd Moscow Mule..."no no, Ashley...don't forget, you have to work tomorrow!  Under fluorescent lighting!"  Work taps me on the shoulder when I have just found a new blog that I can't stop reading..."Ashleyyyyy...better stop staring at that screen!  In just a few hours, you will be staring at a screen, and the text is way smaller and wayyyy less interesting!"

I know I am being dramatic and I am extremely thankful for my job.  But I am just frustrated when I feel like my life/work balance is way outta wack.  Mostly I wanted to write this post to complain that my husband threw away my hot dogs buns.  He says they were "old".  Um I'm sorry, hot dogs buns do not have a chance to get old in my kitchen.  I think a small part of me thought that if I could just have a hot dog and some Hulu (Best Friends Forever, anyone??), I'd be a-okay.

Hopefully tomorrow is my day.  Wah wah wah.