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Perspective
December 4, 2017
‘Cause you had a bad day, you’re taking one down, you sing a sad song just to turn it around. You say you don’t know, you tell me don’t lie, you work at a smile and you go for a ride. You had a bad day. The camera don’t lie. You’re coming back down, and you really don’t mind. You had a bad day. You had a bad day. -Daniel Powter
Today I had a crap ass day. I didn’t sleep well last night, so I woke up already tired. We ran out of the creamer I like for my coffee, so I had to use the sugar-free yucky one.
I got a ticket at the stop sign in our neighborhood for doing a “California stop”. I literally stopped like 2 feet over the line and the bike cop wouldn’t budge. And for the life of me I don’t know why I said “thank you” when he gave me the citation. What a day.
Went to Bank of America to make a deposit. The teller looked perplexed and asked for my id. Um, I don’t have an account at B of A. UGHHHH
Decided to just come home after finding the correct bank. Garbage men left both the garbage cans in front of the driveway. Had to get out of my car to move them, and scraped my arm opening the side gate to put them away. Mother F***er!!!
I put my jammies on and got in bed. Skee was still working, and being as he is office is in our bedroom, he was taking calls, typing and humming. So much for escaping. So I opted to just go crash in the living room, and stepped in dog pee en route. Damn Lulu!!! Seriously!!!
When “that one” got home from school I rehashed my terrible, no good, very bad day. She was sympathetic and compassionate and pet me. Yes, she pet me.
When I finally went to bed (at 8) I laid in the dark feeling quite sorry for myself. Pity party for one. I was the guest of honor. And then something came over me. Gratitude.
You might be thinking I am joking. I am not.
So many real bad days in my life. Waiting for my baby to get out of open heart surgery. Skee being diagnosed with MS. My father dying in my arms. Those are for sure the top three, but there are so many more. More then I feel is fair for one person, but that is another blog altogether.
Suddenly I was grateful. I had a bad day. That was all. A run of the mill, can’t get out of my way, crappy day. No one died. No one was diagnosed with a debilitating non curable disease. And I had an epiphany. This was what I prayed for. An ordinary life. A life where a traffic violation is the biggest mishap.