Yesterday started off great. The baby slept all night. Kalena woke up happy. I was on top of a healthy breakfast AND lunch. I did the dishes. I even started some laundry. But then something happened. It doesn’t even matter what; it was nobody’s fault. Yet that one little incident made me feel like a total failure.
I know it shouldn’t have, but it did. I felt the way I used to feel in college when I would study and study and study and feel like I was ready for a test and then fail it anyway. Like it didn’t matter how hard I worked at it, I was never going to get there. This isn’t college though, there’s no scheduled test date, it’s just life. Things like this are going to happen. Days like this are going to happen. I guess the best I can do is just pick myself up and move on. I wish I had some eloquent “lesson learned” speech, but I don’t. I just hope tomorrow is a better day.