We all have them. Those kind of days y'know? And all you can do is roll with it. No point in trying to fight it because the day is going to win no matter what you do.
Recently I had one of those days and I knew that it was from the start. I suspected it when, in spite of how tired I was, I still was wide awake at 3 am. And 4 am. And so forth. I had an inkling it when I ran out of conditioner in the shower. I was pretty darned sure when I found that the pants I was going to wear were missing a button. But I was positive when I went out to get the newspaper and found that our delivery person had (unintentionally I am positive) tossed it directly into a large puddle whereupon it drowned never to be revived. I brought it inside and threw it directly into the garbage.
This was immediately followed by me dropping and breaking one of Tim's favourite coffee cups (sigh) I knew without even checking in the mirror that my hair, that day, would look more like a really cheap bad wig (and it did). And I was not at all surprised to learn that when I gave myself a long over due pedicure and then waited an hour before putting on my socks and shoes, that it wasn't quite dry and my polish now had a texture that wasn't at all the look I was going for.
It was the kind of day when I would not be surprised to hear that a favourite TV show had been cancelled or some food I had recently purchased had been recalled or that alien's had landed in my back yard. (none of those things happened, but I if had been informed of such I would have nodded and said, "Sounds about right")
Even very small annoying things seem bigger than usual on a day like that. I went to get my 2nd Pnuemonia shot at our local pharmacy on Monday which means that I spent a significant amount of time there. On the drive home, I got a text from them saying that my auto-fill prescription was ready for pick up. ARGH! I was just there! Now I have to go back. It's not a horrible thing to have to do. It's certainly not difficult but come one...I was literally just there. I left Minutes Ago! Which means that while I was getting the shot, someone else was filling that prescription!
It's the kind of day where a planned hike gets rained out. Or worse, appears to look like a great day but half way through the hike, the sky opens up and then we are hiking in muck, soaked through to our bones, with wet cameras and worse (even more expensive) hearing aids!
The sort of day when I accidentally use baking soda instead of baking powder in my biscuits. Never a good outcome. It's the day when immediately after I finish vacuuming and washing all of the floors, someone drops a glass of orange juice. Which is probably also the day when I drip spaghetti sauce onto a white blouse. Why always onto something white? Never fails. White blouses must have some magnetic property that calls to anything red that stains. Only if it stains. If it doesn't stain, then no, it will never drip.
When those days happen, and they do, to everyone, eventually, I don't shake my fist at the sky and curse. I just keep moving forward. I clean up the mess, I change my plans, I live with the ruined nail polish for a few more days, I throw out the biscuits and replace the broken mug. I put my hair in a ponytail and rewash the floor and say Howdy do to the Aliens in the backyard. One of the first best lessons I learned about life, is how to roll with it. And I learned it pretty young too. I remember doing the shrug and sigh in elementary school. It was California so it would have been before the 4th grade. Even way back then, little bitty Sam knew that all you can do with a really bad day, is to get through it. Move on to the next day.
I always feel a little like Scarlett O'Hara when I say it, but it's true. "After all, tomorrow is another day."
Hope You are having a great day! I will have one tomorrow ;)
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.