Ever have one of those days? You know the kind of day when the alarm doesn’t wake you, your pants don’t fit right, your hair seems to have some kinda of flippy thing happening, you hit every single stop light on your 45 minute ride in, and when you finally get to work, two people are out sick and someone hit the side of the building with their car. No joke, I couldn’t make this stuff up. This was my day, and sadly, that was only the beginning.
I usually believe that positive thinking will bring positive things, but apparently my brain positively did not get that memo this morning, because my belief today was that it is an unwritten rule, when you’re having a bad day, everyone and everything around you is out to make you lose your mind. I also believe my universe was tilted upside down and backwards from dawn to dusk. To start things off even after it began, not only were we short-handed and have some idiot hit the building but nothing went right. NOTHING. The phone rang off the hook, (my) stupid mistakes were flowing like water and I found out in the middle of the day, the home computer had an ugly virus and, of course, lo and behold the warranty for the new system didn’t cover software problems.
So needless to say, after forgetting to include something in a work project this afternoon, and driving to meet my boss for a game of cat and mouse, only to be upstairs when she was downstairs and downstairs when she was up, about 2:00 I was ready to call it a day (even a week). As if it weren’t enough, once my work day was finally over, the insane upside down, turned around, craziness followed me home. The kids were hyper on 12 and CRABBY, and the dogs just fed off the energy ultimately joining in on the “fun” game of lets see how far mommy could be pushed til her head popped off. I truly got to the point where yelling or getting mad was pointless and that calm insanity set in.
It was like baseballs were being thrown from all sides and hitting me in all my vital organs. Mondays are usually difficult every week but this Monday was exceptionally STUPID. My solution: We should get to rewind a day a month. As soon as we recognize the signs of a truly crappy day, have the chance to go back in time, crawl back into bed and start all over again. I realize I live in a dream world, especially after the not one, but 2, huge 5-year-old fits and a 10-year-old attitude. So for now, I will enjoy the long awaited peace of ALL the children sleeping an hour after bedtime (dogs included), with a cold beer and a few pieces of pizza daydreaming of a better tomorrow.