Yesterday was one of those days.
You know, THOSE days.
The ones where nothing seems right and everything has a side of wrong with it.
I went through countless mini-travel-size packages of Kleenex
Ok. You can count them. I went through six.
I made with the feeling sorry for myself.
I made it hard.
I would bet that few have made it harder.
I just let tears take me for every little thing.
Things I wanted to do.
Things I knew I couldn’t.
The color of Barbie’s dress on the fourth doll on the fifth shelf.
The way the caps were turned on the pens.
Bananas were on sale.
I cried about everything.
I just felt useless.
I truly felt that if THIS was going to be the way the way I’d the way I’d be for the rest of my life, WHY?
Why did I keep going?
Why did I keep trying.
Why did I keep fighting when I was so stinking tired of the fight?
Then I went to sleep.
And I woke up this morning.
I want to say it was all better and fixed.
But at least I was renewed and ready to fight again.