I shall resist the urge to sing that awful Daniel Powter song right now. (What happened to good ole DP anyway??) But yes, I had a bad day. Or actually a bad morning. It's amazing what a happy hour with co-workers with the tab paid by the company can do for bad days.
Yesterday morning, nothing was going right. I woke up not feeling very well (7:06). It was 88 degrees at 8:00 this morning so even when I came out of the shower, I was sweating. My hair and make-up looked horrible. Oh and my face decided to break-out too. Sweet. Oh yeah and I forgot to put mascara on my lower lashes. Who does that?! This girl.
I was moving pretty slowly to begin with, but I actually got out of the house at a pretty good time (8:30). Thursday is Bronx's day to go to daycare and play with his little friends. Usually when I open the door to the car, he jumps right in. Not yesterday. No, yesterday he decided to drop one right next to the car. In LoLo's parking spot. Being the good wife that I am, I grabbed a little bag and cleaned it up. Finally we were on our way (8:33).
Then, I stupidly put my faith in the Dunkin Donuts across the street to supply me with my breakfast and of course, they took FOR-EV-ER to make my bagel and they didn't even get it right. After I told them twice (8:45).
Once I finally received my bagel with the cream cheese only on one side (why do they do that?!), Bronx and I were on our way to daycare where we proceeded to wait for someone to come downstairs and pick up Bronx. Oh and Bronx decided it would be a good time to just pee on their floor and then slip in it. Awesome (8:52).
So then I was finally on my way to work. I get to my exit and I have a green light to turn right. But look out! Here come three cars bombing through their red light into the lane I was turning into. Thank God I was paying attention or I would have been hit by all three of them. Oh and the kicker? One of them waved at me as he flew through the red light and proceeded through all of the green lights that turned red by the time I got to them (8:57).
I get up to my desk (9:10) and get ready to put my lunch away when I realize that the english muffin I brought to make a sandwich with had mold on it. Fabulous!
After I settled in at work, things got better. My team was sent an invite from my boss to a "very important meeting" located at a "local outdoor drinking establishment". And I started to realize, I was letting really little things get me down. Who cares that I was a couple minutes late to work? Who cares that I looked like a hot (literally) mess?
My dearest blog friends, it's all about your attitude. It's all about what you focus on or choose not to focus on. It's all about happy hours.
p.s. I promise I will stop writing all these posts without pretty pictures. I just haven't been taking pictures much lately. Hot mess, remember?
what a day! I'm so sorry ... I just couldn't help but laugh about Bronx peeing and then proceeding to slip in it. are you laughing about it now?? ;)
and you are so right ... it's all about the attitude!
Now I have that darn song stuck in my head!!!
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