At one point today I looked at one of my coworkers and asked, “Does anything actually work the way it’s supposed to around here anymore?”
It was a bad day. In a bad week. In a bad month. In what’s shaping up to be a bad school year. As a typically optimistic person, I’ve told myself for weeks now that things were bound to get better. Now? I’m not so sure. I seem to be in a constant state of too much to do with too little time to do it. All around me, others also seem in need of being talked down from the edge. But somehow company is not lessening my misery.
So tonight, I did what any reasonable person would. First I went shoe shopping (courtesy of my excellent deal at a recent charity auction where I purchased a year’s worth of monthly shoe gift certificates), and then I went out for Mexican food with my lovely husband who knows when to buy a girl a top shelf margarita.