Not Every Day Is A Good Day

Today was a hard ass day. 
Not work wise.
Emotionally.
Now logically I know that my tears and rage boil down to my hormones. 
My hot flashes are doing a segue to night sweats again.
And I want to hurt people. 
Not in the good way either. 

Frustrated with co-workers and customers.
Leave and my fricken car won't start. 
I was in tears.
Our florist and one of the girls from the pet store rode to my rescue. 
A guy did hop out to lend a light and because while we knew what went where we were unsure of the order.
Needless to say the booster pack will be going into the car. 

I arrived home nearly calm from the disarray and trip over the boxes at the top of the stairs. 
The boxes I had text T about to take down to the garbage.
The same boxes I told him this morning had to go down with the kitchen garbage. 
Nor had the dishes been done.
I was annoyed.
T whined he had been cold from the walk home. 
I snapped at him that I did not want to come home from work to do more work that I had asked him to do.

Took out the garbage.
Washed dishes.
Had shower before I made supper.
Sat down and relaxed.

My day today was not terrible. 
I mean I was 8 minutes late for work because T. 
I only had three orders.
The third order they wrote down alfredo sauce etc. so I am hopeful that my choices were good. 
I was working hard to get as much facing done as possible. 

But as K pointed out to me I should be grateful for the child I have because there are those who cannot and a car to get me to and from work where others have to walk. 
K really is smart. 
Intuitive and she always helps me stay focused on the right things.

Maybe I need to have a section called K's Wisdom. 

©Dec. 6\21
Picture is my own