I will tell you I’ve had some pretty bad days in my life and I’ll be the first to admit they are no where near as bad of days as some have. I am grateful.
My worst day was when my Dad died. I loved that man like no other and would give anything to see him napping in the setting sun on the patio with his hat pulled down over his eyes. Just anything.
My second worst day is when my Mother died. We had one of those love/hate, mother/daughter relationships when I was growing up, and not any time together once I was grown. I have so many things to ask as we hardly spoke.
After that all my “bad” days involve the kids and things that have happened with them.
Today was going to be a shit day no matter what. When you have to walk through metal detectors with four kids, sit in a room and wait while some of them are questioned…. well, that just takes away every sacred part of parenting and turns it ugly.
So with ugly day coming some of my kids acted out. LOOOOOONG story short….50% of my school-aged children ended up in the office. I spent (literally) 3 hours in front of multiple school staff crying my eyes out while we searched for a solution to the problems. I am 44. I look 66. So many people commented as to that. I feel horrendous. Grace was shown not once, but twice and no one will suffer consequences for their (terrible) actions.
Dinner was a hodge podge. My husband got salmon, crackers and pickles with a honey mustard chicken wrap. Oh yay. Or has he would say OH YAY!! He loves any food that was made for him.
And as for the rest of my post, I can’t say what I want to say because there are pre-school toys present.