We'll always have Safeway

I've been extra cranky this week, and I've been trying to figure out why. Sure, I'm running at a higher level of stress than usual, but that's really become the norm over the last two months. Yes, I've got a dying mother-in-law, a crazy sister-in-law, a crown that fell off (yay, more expensive dental work!) and I felt lousy on Sunday and Monday, and I'm down a team member at work. Oh, and all of our infertility plans are on hold, which sort of ebbs and flows as a situation that's irritating me. However, even accounting for all of that, I've just been downright out of sorts. I haven't even been able to get excited about possibly buying a new car. Normally, I'd be obsessively researching car prices and options and loans on the Internet, but instead, it has just felt like one more hassle.

Well, the light bulb finally went off for me this morning. This is the week we were supposed to head to Europe. Given our tentative itinerary, by rights at this point I would have art-geeked my way through Amsterdam and should be sitting in a café in Montmartre, sipping wine giggling over a snotty Parisian waiter and plotting to drag John to look yet another architectural gem that he could really live without seeing.

Instead, I went to work, did work stuff all day, visited my mother-in-law and then went to the Safeway of the damned to purchase ginger ale and ramen for John, who is a bit under the weather. Somehow, it's not quite the same, and I guess I've been subconsciously resenting it.