So You Had a Bad Day

You had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around

We went camping on Friday night. 24 hours of great fun followed by several hours of “Seriously? This again?”

Sin gets old, friends.

But here’s the thing – it isn’t relegated to just Craig or just the girls or just me; it affects all of us and, when our guard is down, sometimes it really really affects all of us – at the same time. When that happens, watch out!

Mondays are long, good, long, hard, long. I already know to be careful on Tuesday: I need to let myself sleep in; I need to let the girls have a slow start; I need to not schedule anything extra. I know this already.

Yet, even knowing this, today I was snippy with everyone – short tempered, hard to be around, that kind of award-winning fun-loving mama.

I started the day off by posting this on Twitter: Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you. Trying. Really trying this morning.

Three hours later, this: Ravioli out of a can today. It’s just *that* kind of day.

And three hours after that, this: Debating btwn
private school or cable TV subscription. I need someone else to step in
and help. Settling for PBS and a Little Debbie’s.

I don’t know what to do when this happens. I’m not used to feeling so out of control, so border-line depressive. I joked today that maybe I needed to get a prescription. I’m not sure it was that funny of a joke.

Maybe we started the school year at a full-speed sprint. Maybe I didn’t help pace us very well. Maybe we’re crashing too early.

Maybe it’s time for a fall break.


Because the Little Debbie’s didn’t really help that much.


5 thoughts on “So You Had a Bad Day

  1. Becky says:

    Maybe you should blog more 🙂 You miss the therapeutic nature of processing your thoughts in the written word?
    Can you tell I miss you?
    So sorry you had a hard day. I’ll pray your Wednesday is victorious and your heart is renewed.


  2. Amy says:

    I’m in a completely different place in life right now, but I am pretty sure I know what you mean. I’ve had way too many crying jags lately, and I have started to wonder if medication was becoming a possibility.
    What is hard for me is to know when I am justified in my sadness and overwhelmedness, or when I am just being sinfully selfish. Either way, I am definitely weak and frustrated that I am not more strong.
    Prayers for the both of us!


  3. Anna says:

    Haven’t been here in way too long. This morning, I did it for me. 🙂 How’s that for sefish…or, wait, is that just healthy, hmmm? Anyway. Keep writing- I laugh and shake my head in agreement while holding back a tear here and there. Thanks. Have a good non farm day. We’re headed to the zoo…as if we couldn’t already be classified as one. 🙂


  4. frelle says:

    I wanted to tell you that Im in a place right now where every day is that kind of day. and ive never turned to food for comfort, but I do. i need a sweet reward at the end of every day just for being alive.
    in other news, i am already a medicated mama. but I think it needs changing, because it has totally.stopped.working.


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