I think everyone has a different recipe for what would constitute as a bad day. Here’s mine:
3 Cups Interrupted Sleep
2 Tablespoons Mistakes (my own)
2 Cup Selfishness (my own)
3 Tablespoons of “Misbehaving” children
1 Teaspoon of the General Public
4 Tablespoon of Messy House
A dash of Lateness
Stir well until you can’t breathe or the twitch in your eye won’t stop, whichever happens first.
I started this post earlier today and recounted every single hard and ridiculous thing that happened today – but I just deleted it all. It didn’t seem so bad in hindsight of now telling the story. But it was bad, probably the most trying day in my entire career as a mother, but putting words to it didn’t do it justice so I stopped. Have you been there? For example, when I started to describe to John what had happened, I felt silly with some of the stuff I was describing that was SO HARD in the moment – I couldn’t even describe it. It’s crazy how emotions and lack of sleep can magnify EVERYTHING!
So right now, I’m thankful for God’s mercy to moms that He thought of naps and thankful that tomorrow is a new day.
What’s your recipe for a bad day?