A bad day

Some people put on a façade and pretend their lives are perfect, even when they are at their darkest hour. Some people want you to think they have it all when they’re suffering inside. I have never been one to hide my emotions like that. But on this blog, I almost always post the happy, wonderful aspects of my life. I do prefer to focus on the good because that’s the kind of person I am… or at least it’s the person I try to be.

But some days are bad days.

Some days, I have so much to do that I feel like I might explode. Some days, I seriously consider snapping at co-workers. Some days, I am so distracted that I make mistakes in my job. Some days, I just want to scream in frustration. Some days, I worry about making ends meet as we try to sell our house in Texas. Paying two mortgages with bills is extremely stressful. Some days, I fight with the people I love the most. Some days, I get snippy with my kids for no other reason than my crankiness. Some days, I eat way too much cake as a way to get over a bad day.

Today was one of those days.

All those things that happen on “some days” – happened today. I had so much to do and not enough time to do it. Mistakes at work, frustration with co-workers, stress over money woes, fight with my best friend, snippy with my kids, a crime scene in the kitchen with cake.

Yup – I’m not perfect. I’m never going to be. I’m not going to try to be perfect either.

But at the end of a day like today, I do my best to let it all go. Chris sits next to me on the couch, pats my leg and makes me laugh. I snuggle with the kids, listen to them giggle at each other in the bathtub, and I remember that life is short. Bad days will happen, but there will always be more good days than bad.