I had this whole nice post written up about how sometimes bad things happen but we have to stay positive.
Then this happened:
Any time I am not holding Baby P today she has a meltdown.
I want to throw my own tantrum because I have things to do today. And the dog won't. shut. up. And the rent is due today but Josh took my car to work so I can't go pay it. And my grandma is too sick to come see us. And, and, and...
It's one of those days. I know I won't remember this particular day a year from now but right now I'm too stressed to care.
I'm sending this request out to the Universe:
Please let tomorrow be a better day. Not just for me. For anyone who's having a precarious, could tip into the void, kind of day.