Wrong Side Of The Bed

Ever hear that expression "Someone must have got up on the wrong side of the bed."?
I think that was me today. Maybe I even went to bed on the wrong side for all I know.
I'm grouchy and I feel like biting off everyone's head if they dare speak to me.

It started last night when a new friend I was trying to help said something that hurt my feelings. My response was to give them the silent treatment. I didn't want to say something I would regret so I just stopped talking to them. I couldn't sleep because I kept stewing over it and wound up watching TV until the wee hours.

Around ten this morning I'm still sleeping when I'm awaken by the door bell and loud pounding on my front door. I get up and answer it still rubbing my eyes and trying to fix my bed head hair. It's my aunt, come to tell me an uncle I haven't talked to or seen in 15-20 years has passed away. She gives me the details of the luncheon, visitation and funeral services set for Monday. I feel the guilt trip coming.

I am not a good morning person, especially without coffee and a cigarette. Auntie dislikes smokers and people who don't live farmers hours; up at first light, to bed at dark.(Guilt)I don't know why she didn't call or send an email. She said my line was always busy because I'm on the computer(guilt)and doesn't trust her emails to get to me. (another long guilt story)
I tell her I'm not awake yet and get a paper and pen so I can write the info down. She offers to pick me up on Monday morning to go early to help with the luncheon and attend the services at two. I tell her I'm not sure I want to turn this into an all day affair, I have to work too. (guilt) She wonders why my parents and brothers have not got in touch with me about all of this.(guilt) Don't I get the newspaper and read it?(guilt)My aunt gets up to leave and I follow her out to her car. I tell her I'll probably just go to the funeral and will talk to my bro about going together. She seems disappointed and says to let her know. (guilt)

Last Monday was my birthday. Dear, Auntie had stopped by with a card and a check for me(more than I had gotten from anyone else)the day after.(guilt) Later that night long lost uncle passes on and I don't find out until today, the 7th.

A local casino had sent me a birthday package gift; free slot play, a buffet dinner and a b-day T-shirt. I was going to go there today, take them up on the free-bees and have a relaxing day off. But oh no...(guilt)
My period starts, I feel tired and depressed now. I have coffee and a smoke and go outside and mess around with my flowers hoping to get myself back on track. It works for a few minutes. I come back in and watch PBS how-to shows, straighten up a bit. Still depressed, I go to my room and lay down and thumb through a magazine and end up bawling my eyes out and feeling like a miserable human being. I wake up four hours later and here I am, relating my tale of woe.
I am never getting out of that side of the bed again!