Are Bad Days Contagious?

Sometimes you just need a break. From babies, from housework, from bills, from life. Our house has been a little stressed the last couple of days. We have a toddler that doesn't want to sleep despite her absolute exhaustion. Cause = exhaustion. Effect = incessant whining. I love my Ellinor to bits, but my goodness. When she is in a bad mood the whole house is in a bad mood. That phrase "If Momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy," should be rewritten. I believe the main contributing factor to Ellinor's case of the grumpies is the change of pace we've had for the past few weeks. I can't blame her for feeling a little discombobulated.

Yesterday was particularly rough. By 4:30pm I was about at my wits end when my wonderful husband walked in the door from work. I can't express how happy I am to see him - I'm always excited when he gets home, but yesterday more so than usual. I immediately handed him Ellinor and went to take my shower for the day. It was bliss. A little later that evening I became desperate for a caffeine run - did I mention Ellinor had refused to nap that day? I told Bryan I was running out for a few minutes. I decided to go through the McDonald's drive-thru for a Diet Coke, seeing as how I was in PJs, bra less, and not fit for other humans to have to look at me. When I got to the restaurant I quickly realized I could add another sad note to my day - there was at least a 20 minute wait. But, as aforementioned, there was no chance I was getting out of the car. I decided to brave the wait; afterall, I'd already driven a whole 5 minutes to get there. LoL. After a few decades had passed I finally reached the 1st window. I handed over my whopping $1.08 and was happy to see the end in sight. That's when it happened - my jeep suddenly lurched forward. The crazy thing is that I hadn't let go of the brake pedal for even a second. I knew what had happened, but I didn't want to face it. After a few seconds I looked back and the lady in the car behind me (also a jeep) was freaking out and waving at me - yep, she had hit me.

At that point all that was running through my head was that I could really use that dang Diet Coke right about now. I knew there had to be very little to no damage done - I mean, we'd all been sitting at a standstill for the most part. The funniest thing was watching the cashier at the window (because yes, I still hadn't been granted any progress yet) try to ignore that there had been a slight accident right there. Both of us drivers were not about to abandon the drive thru line - we'd given it 8 years of our lives. So we proceeded through and finally pulled into the parking lot. That's when I realized that the whole ordeal of trying not to get out of my car EVER that evening was pointless. Here I was needing to not only get out in public, but interact with another human. Yays! Haha.

Both of us ladies gave my jeep's rear end a quick perusal - a small black scuff was all I could find. Totally not worth the drama of insurance agencies and all that jazz, so I shrugged my shoulders and told the lady all was well. She gave me a giant hug and some story about her twin girls screaming at her when the darn bumping happened - I was happy to send her on her way, cold fries in tow. I climbed back into my car anxious to finally head home. I reached over to take a sip of that highly anticipated Diet Coke only to taste pretty much straight up club soda. Yep, that's right. My entire ordeal was for flat, unflavored club soda.

Near tears at this point - because well, what else was I supposed to do/feel - I drove home. Irritated, frustrated at myself, and sooooo very tired. I got home and told Bryan about the whole thing. He wasn't  quite as nonchalant about the "car accident" as I was, but I assured him there was nothing to be angry about. I excused myself upstairs to be with Ellinor and Abby again so Bry could get back to his project that I had made him abandon earlier to make my escape. Realizing that I hadn't had any bit of the small retreat I was hoping for, my wonderful husband ran out to pick up a nice Diet Dr. Pepper for me. He truly is the best man.

Perhaps the whole thing wasn't as dramatic as I perceived, but at the end of such a bad day it couldn't have been less so to me. I LOVE being a mom. But Mom's are seldom sane I think. LOL! Today was a slightly better day - Ellinor was up from about 11pm-2am last night - and I'm hoping it just keeps trending up from here. Thank goodness for Diet Dr. Pepper on days like these. :)