It was one of those days.
The house felt unusually cluttered and messy. The children argued with each other more than normal.
We got more than our share of telemarketing calls, interrupting our day at the worst possible moments.
The wind blew hard, making my head ache just enough to be annoying but not enough to justify going back to bed.
Each of my children were in timeout at some point today, which appeared to do very little to change their behavior. And yet, I kept sending them there.
Dinner was late and when I discovered the broccoli was burnt I threw a utensil across the kitchen after consigning it to eternal damnation several times.
(Because that smug spatula totally had it coming.)
My little tantrum made my son cry out, “I’m feeling terribly threatened right now!” Which sounds funny typing it now, but when he said it this afternoon I just felt ashamed of myself.
To calm down I went into the bathroom, locked the door, and hurriedly ate
four, two small packets of M&M’s before anyone could find me. There may or may not have been some crying involved.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and I thought briefly about running away to Australia, but decided against it. (Oh Judith Voirst, even in my emotionally crippled state I love you.)
Now the house is quiet while everyone but me sleeps. Wonder of wonders, the kitchen is clean due to a loving husband who took my threats of running away down under seriously. The wind still rages, but it doesn’t feel as threatening and my headache is finally gone.
I’m mentally preparing myself for a another day tomorrow, because life doesn’t stop after bad days. I’m also writing down a reminder to stop at the grocery store to replace all the Halloween candy I’ve self medicated with.
It is almost a new day, gentle reader, and surely it’s bound to be a better one.