This week has been one of the most emotional weeks I have had in a long time, for reasons that are actually justifiable. I have some pretty emotional weeks due to important things like having nothing to wear, worrying about what job I will have in 5 years, my messy house, and a myriad of other stupid things that I work myself up about. Not this week. This week is a rough week, for reasons that warrant legitimate emotion. It's my pity party and I'll cry if I want to.
Let's start with last Thursday. My computer went crazy and everything disappeared. I don't really care about the computer itself, but I had made the colossal mistake of storing ALL of our family pictures only on my computer. It wasn't backed up and I didn't have digital copies of our pictures anywhere else. All of the pictures we have of Sawyer growing up, all of our vacation pics, all of our professional family pics. You guys. I didn't just cry. I wailed. I ugly cried, I dramatic cried, I cried most of the night, I cried on the way to work the next day. It was hideous, but I think the loss of pretty much all of our pictures deserved the ugliest cry I could muster. For three days I lived in desperation as we waited to try to get the computer looked at. Thankfully on Sunday a friend from church took my computer and fixed it all up (that's the technical phrase). He removed the virus that was hiding all of my files and restored everything. When we got the call that my computer and pictures were saved, I ugly cried some more, this time while I was cooking. I hope my family enjoyed the addition of tears in their dinner.
So that was that. Pictures gone - sad ugly cry. Pictures saved - happy ugly cry.
Cue Monday. Oh Monday was a day. First up, we dropped off Sawyer for his first day of preschool.
This wasn't worthy of an ugly cry. I shed a few proud tears, the kind where you lament the swift passing of time. I am actually happy he is starting school (more cute first day of school pics and a post to come). I think his first day of preschool wouldn't have been so hard for me if I didn't have to go do what I had to do after that.
After I dropped my one and only baby off at school, I had to go say goodbye to my sister, my very best friend. She and her husband are moving to Oklahoma. I was pretty much holding it together until I gave her a hug bye and she said "I love you" and then I couldn't keep it together. I had to go to work after that, so I just cried my little heart out all the way to work. I bet I was a sight. You know the phenomenon where people think that other drivers can't see them in their cars? Like when grown adults pick their nose while driving? Yeah, I realized when I got to work that every person that saw me was probably really alarmed at the wailing lady in the car. hm. At least I wasn't picking my nose.
Then on Tuesday, I found out one of my good friends at work got a new job and would also be moving away. I bet you're shocked to find out I cried some more. I can't be too sad about this news though because I am so happy for her. Selfishly sad for me, but really glad for her.
I don't really know why I just spent an hour writing/whining about my hard week. Whenever I write a post, I try to think about how I would perceive a post like this if I read it on someone else's blog. Well, I can say that I would think this post is kind of whiny and sad. I'm telling myself it's ok. Life can be sad and hard sometimes. You can go through rough stuff and then whine about it to your friends and then move on. I'm in the process of moving on.
I have a couple of guest posts coming up, so you'll see some crafty things coming from me soon. About time, right?