I’m working very hard at not having one of those days.  My attitude is teetering on the precipice, and I’m longing to fling myself headlong into the chasm of crankiness. 

After all, since yesterday, I’ve had to deal with things like:

• still itchy hands because I haven’t had time to actually go to the pharmacy to get my Rx filled
• a weird bottle from the pharmacy out of which it is nearly impossible to get the proper dose for my infant daughter’s Zantac
• ants crawling up the wall to ransack my spice cupboard
• my son who had trouble settling to sleep in the evening
• my daughter who had trouble staying asleep last night
• my husband’s new morning schedule which is not the best for me
• my daughter being at the tail end of a new tooth coming in AND the beginning of a cold/runny nose
• having to run to the basement multiple times this morning for things I should have brought up in one trip
• needing to take a meal to friends who’ve had a new baby, but who live 30 minutes away, and now I can’t take the twins because of a runny nose (thankfully, Eric is coming home a bit early so I can take the meal)

But I’m also trying to keep a bigger (and more godly) perspective, too.  Because after all, none of these things are truly problematic.  And God is so much bigger.  And my babies are so rarely difficult.  And my husband is so great with the babies and with me. 

And really, now that I’ve written all these things down, I can stop running down the list of them in my head which will help tremendously with getting over it, even though I’m tired and Erin is already up from her nap. 

So maybe (hopefully) it won’t turn out to be one of those days after all…