My mind – and feelings, are all over the place today.
I’ve been subjected to a roller-coaster of emotions by those around me.
In the last 24 hours I’ve been accused of being a liar, a sell-out and many other ugly things by people who supposedly love me.
In the last 24 hours, I’ve gone from “I can’t do this anymore” to “I’ve no choice by to keep going” a few times.
I decided to accept the invitation of one of my son’s high school friends to go to her cottage. I thought taking him away for some quiet time would do him good. What a disaster that turned out to be.
Thank goodness my daughter and I had to work on Saturday night so it was supposed to be only roughly 24 hours.
I actually came back physically sick and couldn’t even work last night.
My daughter woke me up early today cause we had a photo shoot at the studio at 11 am. She left just before 10 cause she had to open the studio for the photographer and I was supposed to get there at 10:30 so she could do my hair.
I took my shower, got dressed and went to get my things together. Couldn’t find my dress so I thought my daughter had taken it with her so I left. Got to the studio, to find out my dress was not there. You know how -when you are already having a bad day, the littlest thing can make you feel really miserable? Yeah, that.
I went back home, found that my dress was still in the dress bag in my daughter’s closet after our last trip to Montreal. Good. Headed back to the studio. While waiting at the light, the only thing on my mind was: “wouldn’t it be nice if I got run over by a bus and it all ended here?”.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get run over so I continued walking and got to the studio. Everybody was there as it was already 11. My hair was still not done and I was not dressed.
I managed to get photo shoot presentable and did my takes. Not without getting my eyes all watery a couple of times.
My daughter went home after the shoot and I stayed to help with a Collegiate Shag workshop. I wasn’t teaching it but there were short of women so I stayed and helped.
Go figure. By the time my foot was hurting to much to keep dancing, I was smiling again. Dancing has that effect on me.
After a quick stop at Loblaws, I got home feeling almost happy again.
Ha! How naive of me.
I open the door and my daughter is crying. My son is gone.
Take a deep breath….
So yeah. That’s my day.
My son packed his things and left with his suitcase. His return ticket is for July 20th so I suppose he intends to stay at a friend’s in the mean time. Maybe try and change his flight. I don’t know.