Today was one of those days. I think I speak for everyone when I say you never plan on having “one of those days;” sadly they just happen. In fact, if you’re like me they flatten you like a steamroller. In the midst of your positive self-affirmations, or perhaps confidently muttered prayers of “I’m gonna do better today and be more patient,” the warmonger of a bad day, mommy meltdown of epic proportions comes along and smacks you in the face.
I suck. That’s all there is to it.
That’s what you say. That’s what you think as you’re trying to backpedal yourself from the edge of the cliff that is a one-way ticket to I Can’t Friggin Handle it Anymore-ville.
So I had gone to the bathroom after making a fabulous, mostly healthy, home-cooked breakfast, and just prior to starting our homeschool lessons (which is a blog unto itself), when I noticed my four-year-old sprinting by with scrambled egg in her hair.
“Why is there egg in your hair?” I asked perplexed.