Sometimes, you have a bad day. A really, really, really bad day.
Then, as it begins to wind to a close and you think you can probably make it through, your child decides to unpack the groceries for you and stack them like Legos. Only, groceries don’t lock together like Legos.
So the big bottle of red sauce for tonight’s dinner breaks and splatters over all four kitchen walls. And the child. And into the crevices of the new cat door. And down under the door into the unfinished cement of the garage.
Did you know an unfinished garage is really rough and pitted and pretty near impossible to clean without a high pressure hose of some kind? Well, it is. It’s also a good place to have a good cry.
Ever have one of those days?