Sunday No-Funday

Last week seemed to be the week of bad days.  Co-workers had bad days, friends had bad days, my sister had a bad day, and I had a bad day.  Sunday was awful  for me – which makes it even worse because it was a Sunday and Sundays are supposed to be Sunday Funday!  I couldn’t do anything right and the worst kind of bad day is when the things that are happening are my fault.  Its always easier to handle things that go wrong when it’s not something I could have helped (like the traffic/weather/someone else’s actions), but when it’s due to things that are my fault, it sucks so much more to me.

I decided to go shopping to try to find a dress for a wedding at the end of the month.  I’m part of the wedding party sort of – I’m not technically in it, but they wanted my friend Jenny and I to be a part of the wedding because we are sort of how they got together.  I used to work with Jenny right out of college until I moved to Columbus and we’ve stayed close.  She grew up with Sean and when he was going to be moving to Columbus she asked me to try to help him find the area where he may want to live and such.  We also were partnered in Jenny’s wedding that year.  Once he moved we welcomed him into our group of friends and I realized quickly that he might be a good match for our friend Ashlee.  They went out a few times but it just didn’t work out because of timing for Ashlee.  I wasn’t giving up so easily (and neither was Sean) so I kept  trying to put them together in social situations and dropping his name to her.  He came to her birthday party where he got major points by chatting up and impressing her mom.  Finally she was interested again right when he started seeing someone else, but he dropped that girl like she was [not] hot and they finally got it together.  So anyway, Jenny and I are coordinators for the wedding (not wedding coordinators, but people coordinators) because they wanted us to be a part somehow but didn’t want to make us read in the ceremony since we weren’t really loving that idea (though we did tell them we’d do whatever they wanted).  I thought I needed a new dress since a lot of mine are summer-y and I wanted one a little dressier if I could find one.

I headed to the mall to check out what Macy’s and some other stores had.  The mall is located in such a place that it’s pretty much the same distance by two different routes, but if traffic is bad, the back road route takes longer because of one stupid intersection (damn you Powell Road/315!).  Seriously – we planned where we were buying our house based on that intersection – or more appropriately – based on the fact that we wouldn’t have to use that intersection.  I took the highway route and traffic was great, but then I forgot to merge over and missed the exit!  This meant I had to drive 7-10 miles north before I could even get off on an exit to turn around!  It was so annoying!  I shrugged it off because I seem to make a wrong turn or get lost at least once a week because I am special, so I grabbed a Starbucks at the exit and headed back south.  I exited appropriately and got to the mall after stopping to buy GF lasagna noodles so Lo could make lasagna for Movie Night.  I pretty much hate the mall and hate shopping.  Clothes shopping can be a really hard thing for me.  I either find a ton of things and spend too much money, or I find nothing that fits and hate my body.  Sunday was a nothing that fits = hate my body day.  After several stores I wasn’t finding anything that fit and I wasn’t willing to spend over $100 so I didn’t even look in some stores.  I finally went into JCP even though their clothes pretty much suck and was surprised to see that their dress section actually looked okay.  I grabbed 6 or 7 dresses and headed into the dressing room and even though I sized up, only one of them fit, and some had potential if I sized up again (which would be 2 sizes than my normal size!).  I couldn’t find all of the bigger sizes that I needed and the ones that I did still didn’t fit – which led me to believe that they were horribly designed.  I was excited to have found the one that fit for $35 and I tried it on again to make sure I liked it – which is when I discovered that the side seam at the bottom was shredded – like Freddy Krueger tried it on!  Of course, there wasn’t another in the size (and they don’t have it online).  I popped into a few more stores on my way out of the mall but didn’t see anything even worth trying on.  And at that point I was pretty convinced nothing would look good unless I could lose 15 pounds in the next 5 minutes.  I stopped at Marshalls on my way home because sometimes I can find great dresses there, especially if they have a lot of BCBG stuff in.  They had 1 rack of dresses and they all sucked.  I did go into Michaels and bought some fun Halloween decorations for cheap – so at least I had one shopping success!

Once I was home, I was irritable, but getting over it and our friends were coming over for movie night so I knew the night would be better. I did my Halloween challenge workout and sprayed a sealer on the decorations I wanted to put outside.  The sealer ended up messing up the color of the styrofoam spider I was making so I had to re-spray the spider black.  While that was drying I heated up some buffalo chicken dip to snack on because I was starving.  I pulled it out of the microwave and somehow it fell out of my hand. All the way to the floor.  Upside down.  Spilling the entire contents.  I yelled a few choice words and just stood there, shocked at how bad the day had gone.  Lo came out and said he’d clean it up (he’s very good at volunteering to do things when I’m really frustrated) so I went upstairs and sat on my bathroom floor to shed a few tears of frustration.  It wasn’t about the chicken dip, it wasn’t about the dresses, it was about the whole damn day.  I pulled myself together and poured a glass of wine to the brim, and went to the porch steps to sit in the cool air (and slight sprinkle).  It just felt good.  After finishing my wine and feeling sorry for myself, I finished up the Halloween spider I was making (after poking the dowel through the end of one of the balls, of course) and then our friends showed up, which is exactly what I needed and made me feel much better.  We hung out and talked before eating lasagna and then watching The Prestige.  And while I’m never happy to go to bed on Sunday night (because then its time for the workweek to start), I was totally ready to end the day.

At least this guy turned out okay.  I’ll post a picture of him in his web tomorrow.  Luckily, Lo is enjoying decorating for Halloween as much as I am, so not only has he willingly gone into 3 craft stores in 3 days, he’s helping me make and set up stuff!

Questions for you…

Where do you usually have luck finding dresses?  Have you had a bad day recently?