It was one of those days… the kind that make you want to throw a temper tantrum. It started with Zana hiding her lunch so that I’d have to search for it instead of leaving for work on time. When the missing lunch was uncovered, I stormed out the door only to slip on black ice. After being laughed at by a group of high schoolers, I stood up cleaned my bloody knee—which was easy thanks to the new hold in my favorite jeans—and then left for work.
The ride to work was equally awesome with Zana screaming “I don’t like that song” about all of her favorites, and then crying when I turned off the stereo altogether.
Fast forward about 10 hours…
I feel the same way. Can I have a time out too?