Spiraling

Today was a great day--Shawn's father and step-mother came over, and while Sue and I chatted and played with Timothy, the guys were building a chicken coop. It was beautiful, the company was great, the food was tasty. It was a good day.

Yesterday wasn't. I was in a bad mood all day, despite the warmth and sun and all the reasons it should have a been perfect. It was one of those days where nothing seems to go right. When Shawn took the truck to get lumber his building project, he discovered the clutch was going--it went directly to our mechanic's (fortunately no towing required) and Shawn ended up borrowing our neighbor's truck. However, the whole episode took much of the morning, and I had been planning to run my errands once he got back so as to not disrupt Timmy's precious nap time! So, since Shawn was still out, I decided to just bring Timmy along after a quick snack. Well, that snack prevented me from getting to the post office in time to send off a package for my nearly full-term friend (so Robyn, if you go into labor before the box arrives, blame the post office for closing at 11:58!).

So, I was mad at the post office for closing, frustrated with one of our local stores for having really lame ribbon choices, at my wit's end trying to hold on to a hungry boy in the grocery store (we were late for lunch!) who wanted to chew through everything in my cart, unhappy because of some severe foot pain that was preventing me from going on my long run. The list seemed endless in my mind and I felt terribly sorry for myself.

It took a new day for me to get over it, but all is well in my world. The package will be a couple days later than I wanted but will, indeed, arrive, the ribbon I got is just fine, Timmy can do with surviving a little discomfort, and I got to go on a really great bike ride instead of my run. Probably enjoyed myself a lot more than I would have, in fact. Life is pretty darn good despite the truck being a little worse for the wear. Oh well--guess you can't have it all.