OMG

Yesterday was just one of those days.

First up, my car window broke.  It keeps slipping down into the door so I have to drive with one hand pressed against it or else it will slide all the way into the door.  One benefit is that my left arm is getting really strong....but it is also extremely sore.  Good think I am right handed.

Second womp womp moment - this guy hurt his paw.

It is a long story, but basically Finn cannot handle when he is on leash and an off leash dog approaches him.  Last week one of these encounters resulted in me pulling 65 pounds of pure muscle dog down the street and unintentionally dragging his feet along the pavement.  The dragging resulted in bloody back paws.  It was traumatic for all involved.

His paws seemed better within a few days and all was good in Finn's world.  That was until yesterday when he started limping.  His back right paw is now worse than ever. Send help.

I put some soothing, anti-bacterial spray on the paw and pumped him full of benadryl {don't judge, he's a lot of work}.

And then a bunch of other dumb stuff happened and I wanted to kill someone.  Or myself.

Last night as I drove to meet friends for dinner {holding my window up} I saw a man that lives in my neighborhood, in his car.  

When I saw him, I thought I would see my problems in a whole new light.  I actually thought the heavens would open and I would have a come to Jesus moment.  

I would realize "ohh, I need to stop complaining...that man lives in his tiny little beat up red car that has an actual screen for a window spray painted the same color as the car {true story...and kind of awesome.  Maybe I should do that?}."

But I didn't have that moment.  

I wanted to have it but I could not stop stressing about my puppy and my stupid car and the 109 other dumb things that were bugging me.

Part of me wishes I would have had that moment because I really hate complaining about things like car windows and doggie paws.  But Jaysus, sometimes you just need a moment to feel sorry for yourself.  And luckily, my problems are nothing Chipotle and a bottle of wine can't fix. 

Cheers to Friday.