Epic Fail

I do love a Monday!

It got off to a bad start from the get-go. I just felt really uneasy, and a bit anxious. Things didn't go that well as I went from fun A to needy A. Hmmm. Not great, but it happens sometimes.

My friend didn't have to be at work until noon, so he got a lie in. Which kind of set the wheels in motion for me. I didn't want to go to work, and did toy with the idea of calling in sick. But I didn't, as I just can't in good conscience. After faffing about deliberating for ages, I texted my boss to tell her I'd overslept. She was fine about it. So instead of rushing home, I sat, and I chatted. Truth be told I found it hard to leave, and I think this is what caused my anxiety.

When I finally left, it was 9am. And I was still in last night's clothes and make up. I got to my car, and found this lovely sign. I paid no attention to it, and high-tailed it out of there. I rushed home, but caught every slow driver. Someone hadn't passed my message on, so there were a couple of missed calls from work and my mum, who they phoned. She was temporarily worried, but I phoned her to let her know I was ok. I felt bad, as I never do anything like this. Brushed teeth and hair, and changed clothes. I simply didn't have time to do my make-up, so just put more on over yesterdays. Eeew, gross.

I spent the rest of the day being either ribbed by my colleagues who no doubt drew their own conclusions, or in a haze of sleep-deprivation. We're good friends so they already knew what's been going on anyway! Felt anxious and couldn't wait to leave. I got to thinking about the changes I want to make in my life, and had intended to do some research this evening. I ended up staying in and doing absolutely nothing except spending quality time with my sofa.

It's going to be a long week...