...those days when you can't remember what day it is, and you are pretty sure you've forgotten what the sky looks like.
...those days when I cried a little in the middle of the grocery store because all of the tator tots are made with corn starch and soy.
...those days when I found a chunk of something crusted to the side of my face and wondered how long it has been there.
...those days when I reach into the dishwasher and a steak knife jabs me right under the fingernail.
...those days when I give my little buddy a cup of $42 formula and he proceeds to let it all dribble down the front of his shirt just because he thinks it's funny.
...those days when I feel the heavy burden of so many people I want to help, comfort, call, visit, etc. and then feel sad cuz I kinda want someone to call me, too.
...those days when I was able to check 10 things off my "list" but added 20 more.
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I'm sorry it was THAT kind of day. And I hope today's MUCH better! Can't wait until our swap starts!! Thanks for signing up!
I hate days like that. Glad yours is over. I hope today is looking better. :) Hugs.
Was the something that was crusted to your face still edible? That would make the day better, right?!!
I can feel the frustration for you on the formula thing, I just get so little patience for my children sometimes and that's a situation that I would definitely lose it.
I'm sorry you're having a rough day!! Please let me know if I can help with anything....ever!!!
I think there was something in the water. That was my day, too. I decided to brave Costco with both Kim and Brig. I could take the impatient lady giving me the stink eye for merely stopping to get a brick of cheese. I could take the judgmental looks from people who think I am nuts. Heck, I could even take the fact that Kim kept tossing her snack bowl halfway across the isle and laughing. It was when the bottom of the box of Bisquik that I just picked up gave out and floured the entire isle with Bisquik that I decided it was time to go home. Yep, that was the final straw. :) Clean up on isle 5!!!
Hang in there, Amy. There's always a light at the end of the tunnel--at the end of the day, no matter what happened, the kids go to bed and you have a few minutes to breathe!
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