Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Some Days. . .

. . . I want to pull out my hair, or scream, or stomp my feet, or throw something, or all of them.

. . . I can accomplish all the tasks necessary for a smooth day feeling confident, certain, and pleased with jobs well-done.

. . . are simply there, with what seems no rhyme or reason for starting or finishing anything.

I'm having one of these days.

1 comment:

Laura said...

Too bad I can't meet you at Starbucks tonight with a bunch of other moms. Pretending doesn't work either. Better days will come...they always do. ((((Hugs))))