day 17...

50 days of cute took a dark turn this morning. i woke up way before my alarm (5:15). i couldn't go back to sleep, so i crawled out of bed at 5:30. i felt good and awake so this didn't bother me too much. i made lunches and took my time eating breakfast. i took a shower and then proceeded to pick out my outfit for the day. sometimes i do this the night before, other days i do it in the morning. i picked a cardigan out of my stash. it had a hole. crap it. i picked out another one. it had a hole, too (and no, i don't have moths). what the heck? by this point i was upset because time was running out to get ready and i had no clue what to wear. a few minutes later i find myself on the floor crying. not just a few tears either. crying and throwing a fit like a baby. my poor husband. he did the best he could to comfort me. i was a mess. a hot mess. to make a long story short, i went to work with no make-up and stretchy pants. i cried so much that i ran out of time to get completely ready. how ridiculous? as i poured my coffee i looked at carl and said, "i've broken all of my rules". i guess i'm taking this more seriously than i thought. i'm sure i care way more about this than any of you do. it was a rough day. i guess if you are a female, you can understand. i'll have a picture tomorrow. promise.