I’m having a rotten day. My attitude stinks, my kids are cranky, and my kitchen is a mess. Oh, and we’re out of bananas so I need to go to the store, and I really don’t want to. I have to make a grocery list, get the kids in the car, and wear pants. Talk about a hassle.
My kids are probably a little cranky because they are both teething, but more likely most of it is because Momma is having a bad day. I know the attitude I bring to the day shapes it, but it’s hard to internalize that and then use it. Put on the big girl panties and a smile and just move on. But I can’t because I’m already cranky and angry at everything. It’s a vicious cycle.
Today, like some days, I miss working in an office. Not so much lab work, at least not today. But I’m missing my small office days doing QA work. It’s not like I couldn’t go out and get another job, or that I don’t appreciate being able to be home with my little ones. I made a lot of sacrifices for this, and so did my husband, and most days I’m enormously happy and fulfilled and grateful. But I think we’re all allowed to have bad days once in awhile, aren’t we?
And maybe chocolate once in awhile, too.
