Angry

I got rear-ended by someone and I'm pissed off at the disruption it's causing in my life.

I feel stupid being angry about this, but I am. I can't play with my daughter the way I want to. I can't crochet. Reading is almost out of the question because it's hard to prop my neck up the way I need to. I can hardly work.

I know that I should be grateful that I'm not permanently injured. But I just have a hard time not being able to do the things I want to do. The things that relax me.

And not that this relaxes me, but I can't even clean. It's kind of like bed rest. Everyone thinks that bed rest sounds so great until you have to try it. Never before have I wanted so badly to vacuum my living room carpet. Seriously. I know it sounds crazy, but I really can't stand the way my house looks right now.

And it's making me crazy that there's nothing I can do about it.