Okay, not really. But, it has been a terrible, no-good, horrible, very bad day, so it wouldn’t surprise me.
My son is sick(ish) which means he’s feeling bad enough to be cranky and whiny but not bad enough to sit and snuggle with me. So, instead, he’s vacillating between running around and playing and crying because he doesn’t feel well enough to run around and play. Poor baby.
My daughter feels fine, but she misses her playmate.
I couldn’t find a pair of maternity jeans that fit me this morning. Really. I need to have this baby soon or I’m going to run out of clothes. Even my hubby’s sweats feel tight.
My husband has to work late.
It’s 95 degrees out, so when I sent the kids out to play, they got all red-faced and had to come in ten minutes later. Now they’re stuck inside. This does not bode well for summer.
I got my first negative review on my book. Okay, so it wasn’t terrible, but the blogger didn’t agree with the principles in my book (namely that I gave birth in a hospital) and felt like I was touting my opinions too heavily. I really tried hard when writing my book to throw my personal preferences aside and look at all aspects of pregnancy and give equal information on all options so this review really stung. Probably not something to cry over– nobody is going to write the perfect book for everyone– but I did.
(*note* Since like 10 people have asked… I am NOT upset about any of the reviews on Amazon… those are all nice and I appreciate everyone’s perspective….even those who don’t 100% agree with me. I’m upset about a blog review (one that I’m NOT going to show you) that calls me “selfish” and “unchristian” and “totally obnoxious”. Yes, it’s that bad.)
But, as my son just reminded me: “Mommy, some days are like this. Even in Australia”