Did you ever have one of those days? You know the ones. The ones where it’s just little thing after little thing.
Maybe the day starts out okay. You feel pretty good, decently rested. You get up and get a bunch of stuff done and feel really good about it. You get out of the house on time and the roads aren’t as bad as you expected. By the time you get to work you feel like it’s going to be a good day. You don’t have a lot to do and you’re happy to be there and everyone else is in a good mood too. You have an easy day laid out and then you even get free lunch.
But at some point it goes a little sour.
It’s nothing big. Let’s say it starts with someone making a comment about how bad your car is in the snow. Then the line at Tim Hortons moves really slow and you have to get a gift card for work. It has to be done. The roads are not the best but everyone else on the road seems to think that it’s TERRIBLE out. Traffic is backed up. Your phone keeps cutting in and out unless you hold it up. The pumps are all full at the gas station. Your left foot is cold. When you open your car door, you slam it into that little pipe thing by the pump. The last person to use the pump twisted the hose. (I hate that in particular.) When you FINALLY get home, the mailman has shoved all of your mail to the very back f your box and you have to contort to reach it. Then you almost slide into the mailbox on the snow. At that point you start pep talking yourself. You’ve got this. Just let it go. It’s all little stuff. You drop the mail back in he passenger seat right after picking it up. You launch yourself into the snow and think about asking Hubby to shovel because you can’t and know it’s just going to be a big pain in the ass. Inside it’s just dark enough to be annoying. Then you get a paper cut.
And that paper cut is just it. Suddenly you’re tired of everything and you’re pissed and you just want to go to bed.
It’s been one of those days.