DO you ever have one of those days where, try as you might, nothing runs smoothly? It's like everyone has taken their cranky pills and are purposely getting in your way. Today is one of those days for me.
I had a top weekend, filled with fun and laughter. Now, it's Monday and I can't seem to do anything right. I've been tidying the house since about 8am and it looks no cleaner. I've hung the washing out and it's clouded over and threatening rain. I spilt my breakfast all over myself. I keep dropping things. Some early-20-something laughed at me as he heard me crooning Britney Spears' "Sometimes" at Coles. I realise there are people in the world having worse days than me, but it does get draining after a while.
The highlight of the day so far was my trip to the post office. As I waited in line to collect a parcel, the woman behind me kept getting closer and closer, breathing down my neck, like this was somehow going to make the process faster. Lil-lil kept pulling toys and books off the shelves insisting she needed them (since when does the post office sell toys anyway?) After a 20-minute wait, I was finally one person away from success. Then all of a sudden Lil-lil screams: "I need to do a wee-wee!". I asked if she could wait and she burst into tears: "Now! Quick!" So I had to abandon my place in line. The pushy lady behind was overjoyed that she'd moved a place up. So we went to the toilet and had to start over again.
It's not the worst day of my life by any stretch of the imagination, but it's one of those days you can't wait to put behind you. Oh well, the sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow they'll be sun!