I spent most of last weekend in a funk.
Something was just “off” with me. I was moody, sensitive and not very nice (mostly to Chris…poor guy always gets the brunt of my moods).
It really wasn’t one specific thing, although I think it all started when I dropped and shattered my iPhone on Friday. This happened as I was about to walk out the door (more like rush out the door) for work. I’ve been known to destroy an iPhone or ten in my days…unfortunately. This was just really a bummer because it’s really new…like three months new. AND I didn’t get the darn Apple Care protection. I figured that I didn’t really need it; after all, every time I’ve bought it in the past I haven’t used it before it expires. Lesson learned.
Saturday morning was the start of a long day…opening day for Poway Girls Softball League. This is Princess P’s second year playing T-ball with the league. We were all excited.
My funk that started Friday trickled into Saturday. Chris went to pick up the uniforms in the morning, returning home with Princess P’s uniform and our coach’s shirts.
My coach’s shirt, that I was looking forward to proudly wearing, was more like a nightgown. Yes, if a t-shirt is a men’s size XL, I think of it as a nightgown; not a shirt to be worn in public. What could I do? I tied it up in a knot on the side and rocked it, even though I felt stupid.
This week the “nightgown shirt” gave me the same feeling…the same instant funk.
Am I going to let this shirt get the best of me every Saturday? I sure hope not, but I just can’t shake the annoyance. I try to convince myself that this is all a part of my “depression issues”, you know, not being able to shake off such petty things. I hope that this will pass with time as I become aware of “funk” triggers. Who knows, maybe it’s just me being me.
Are there things that easily put you in a funk that you just can’t shake? I would love to hear that I’m not the only one that little, silly things can really spiral into an Itty-Bitty Pity Party.