For those that don’t know, I have three very young children. This equates to the occasional no good, very bad day. Today I mistakenly assumed I could hurry into the grocery store with the kids, grab one item, pay, and leave with my sanity intact. Not only did a complete stranger end up holding the baby while I dealt with the flailing two year old in the check-out. Additionally some man in the parking lot gave me the evil eye as I stood outside of my car rocking the crying baby while the two year old pitched an emmy award winning fit in his carseat.
We all have bad days. Most aren’t bad due to a tragedy, but rather an accumulation of ordinarily petty occurences that grow and invite all their friends. Days like today aren’t always predictable, but some, if you are female or in a relationship with one, tend to be somewhat forseeable. These are the days that wear you down and make you wonder why bother. The next time you have a day like mine take a moment and instead of ticking off each aggravation try to count what was accomplished, no matter how small, in spite of the frustration.
Somehow I still managed to put dinner on the table and take the kids for a walk afterward.
How was your day?