Did You Ever Have One of "Those" Days?

I'm sure you have. I'm sure, unless you are not human, you've had one of those days. A day that isn't horrific, a day that has nothing humongously awful occur – just enough little stuff to make it all seem pointless.

You know what I mean: the dishwasher returns a set of still dirty dishes. The kids are all crabby and fighting. It's raining, for the 407th day in a row. The weather says that it may snow over the weekend, and you know very well that your fair city doesn't handle snow at all. There's nothing good to eat, even though you went to the grocery – there's lots of stuff to cook, and it would make very yummy food, but you don't feel like exerting the effort.

You're crampy, you're bloated, you exercise but feel that it gets you nowhere. Everyone you speak to seems to be in a bad mood.

It's cold outside, it's chilly inside, you have to pay the bills, but know that will depress you further. You turn on the radio, and all the music is blah. A beloved relative is undergoing massive surgery, and it's enough to shake up your day.

So you decide to try to do things that will turn your day around. You try to look for the good in things, try to appreciate the fact that you're not standing outside in the rain shaking a tambourine, wearing a Statue of Liberty costume to drum up business for a tax accountant service.

Or waiting for the bus in the rain.

You didn't have a car accident. You don't currently have cancer. You have money in the bank, which is more than could be said in recent years. You have food in the pantry, and although your weight may be up, it's not as up as it once was.

You tell yourself, "The dishes in the sink mean we have food, and water to wash them with." It doesn't work. You tell yourself, "People who can't have kids would treasure every minute of those kids arguing as if their very lives depend upon showing that they are right and the other person is dead wrong."

It doesn't work.

You tell yourself that the ability to listen to music, even if it's music you can't stand, prove that you have hearing. The sight of all the chores ahead of you means that you have vision. The spouse that calls 27 times in 15 minutes to remind you to do something – well, you have a spouse, and you have things to do, so there's that. Your incredibly filthy house, the one that you only seem to be the one to be able to clean – well, it's a roof over your head, and having all that stuff all around your shows that you have stuff, right?

Achey legs means that you've been able to exercise - and it's a hell of a lot better than wearing a boot and sitting on the sofa with your crutches.

None of it works. For whatever reason, PMS, hormones, a predisposition to dark moods, the weather, the fact that your body is so exhausted that you just don't feel like moving – it doesn't seem to fix itself.

So you go out to buy a cupcake, download a new book, and count the minutes until the day finishes.

Comments

[Kyooty/Mary]

tomorrow is another day! hugs sweetie!

[Heather]

I am singing along with you on this one. A cupcake sounds like a great idea. Here's to a better day tomorrow for everyone.

[Becki]

I refer to that kind of day as being pecked to death by ducks. Not catastrophic like a bear mauling--just minor irritation after minor irritation. Glad I'm not the only one who has those days.

[Zak]

I feel exactly like this today.

I need a freaking cupcake.

[Melodee]

Oh boy, do I ever!

[Gen]

This is my day today! Hope that dark cloud moves away soon!

[addy]

I wanna cupcake (insert whiny squeeky voice here)

[Tara]

Sometimes it's ok to succumb to the negative and wallow for a while.

[Wendy]

Sounds like the story of my day. Okay, maybe not exactly, but still just a crappy crappy day. Here's to a better day and mood tomorrow.

[Pocketsofhappiness.blogspot.com]

And, you think reading about somene else having the same kind of day, week, ongoing adventure in life, will put it in the perspective that you are no so important in the greater scheme of life to be feeling this way alone... but it doesn't... oh yeah, I understand right where you are.

[Sylvia]

Sometimes a shit day is just a shit day, no matter who's eyes you try to view it through and no matter what way you try to disguise it. I don't think any of us here doesn't know how to be grateful, but let's all just call a spade a spade and drink a margarita at lunch, hmmm???