One of the many lessons I have to learn I guess. I have had a really hard week. Logan broke my camera lens. I have another, but it is a distance lens so very hard to use inside. In fact, the pictures in the last post were taken with it and I had to stand on a 3 ft stool to make the lens focus on the invites. Not a humongous deal, but it sucks. Then the toilet thing. That was the next day. And then I decided to pamper myself and go and get my hair done. Yeah. The woman that I got was, I am sure, wonderful. But she didn't speak English very well and communication was broken down to the point where I have orange hair. ORANGE. I haven't died my hair in 9 years. I usually just did it myself at home when I did do it. This is my first salon coloring experience. And I will never get another one. It is terrible people. Embarrassing, and awful. I am going to call another place to see if I can get it fixed. But I don't know if it can be fixed. It may just have to grow out.
I have reached one of those places where I don't think I am a very fun person to be around. I complain all the time because it seems like the world is crashing down. And then I feel like crap about it because when I look at it with my Aquarian brain, I know it is not. My life is really good. I have all the things I need to be happy... but I keep getting myself into situations where I am not happy. It doesn't feel like that is all me... can I control someone doing my hair wrong? Or that my toddler broke my last hobby tool? But at the same time I don't know. I just don't know. I am in a bad place. And it sucks.