I broke my sideview mirror on the way to the boys' preschool this morning. I was swerving to avoid a pothole and hit a garbage can that had been left partway out in the road. Then I got home and started the laundry only to find that the washing machine seems to have lost its rinse and spin mojo. Then, instead of taking a nap while Baby Linus slept, I started thinking about my parenting, always a bad thing to do when you are already having a bad day. Then I started questioning my inability to help my children find friends that they can really connect with and enjoy. Don't other moms go out of their way to arrange play dates with people they might not click with but their kids do? Then I started worrying about my milk supply and whether Linus was gaining enough weight. Then I realized the boys have appointments at the dentist in the morning and I should have been preparing them (or at least Calvin) for a few days. Springing this on him just a day before is a bad idea. Then I looked around at the wreck that is my house and wondered when I was ever going to get my act together. Then I started thinking about moving overseas in 15 months and how I am never going to be able to do it.
Then I sat down and wrote this post and realized I am spending too much time wallowing in self-pity and that I just need to get on with my day and clean some bathrooms.
Please tell me someone else out there feels like this!