Every once in a while I get to a breaking point. Today is one of those times. I am tired and frustrated and dealing with a parent issue at school and not feeling very supported. When I get frustrated like this and I’m overtired, I don’t do very well with my emotions and I can cry if someone looks at me wrong. Like I did during my free period today. I hate it when my job makes me cry. I hate when I let something get to me. When I give it more energy than I should.
But I have good things to look forward to. This weekend I’ll be in Boston, and even though it’s only one hundred miles away it feels far, far away when I am there, walking down Newbury Street or strolling through Faneuil Hall. I can’t think of a better place to enjoy a Brandy Alexander or a pumpkin spice martini this weekend, and maybe get a start on Christmas shopping—even if it’s must for me.
Then next week is a short week and Thanksgiving is Thursday. I get to see aunts and uncles and cousins (and Nanny Frannie!) and nieces and nephews and new babies that have been born. I get to relax and eat great food and get extra sleep and enjoy five days away from work.
By the time I get back I hope to have forgotten that today I cried at work about something not worth my tears.