A crappy day.
It happens to the best of us.
Surely you’ve been there…
You hit snooze one too many times, and from the moment your feet hit the floor the fire hose inundates you with its early morning demands.
The kids act like barbaric doped-up monkeys secretly planning a coup against the powers that be, meltdowns beginning before you’ve had a chance to enjoy your coffee and Jesus in peace.
Your clumsy zombie-self somehow knocks a cup of freshly-brewed wonderfulness onto the ground, ceramic mug and glimmer of hope shattered to pieces.
You stub your pinky toe on that same stinking table leg like 4,000 times…and it’s only 7am.
You start to sweat trying to get your hair to FREAKING cooperate because you have an appointment to get to in 20 minutes.
And you find your face rebelling against the day, your scowl apparently not fooling anyone…
…because your sweet husband so sensitively asks “is it that time of month, babe?”
Yeah. That kind of day. [Read more…]