Yesterday was a bad day. A really really bad day. There was red mist (mine); bedroom wrecking and bedtime tantrums (the children's) and pulling hair out (C's Junior School Teacher and probably my parents respectively)...I reverted yesterday to behaviour reminiscent of a strange era of my teenage life, where EVERYTHING was wrong and NONE of it was my fault.
I cried and berated, shouted and flounced around and then stayed up too late. I scowled and was pedantic, sarcastic and utterly horrid. I was, in short a 14 year old version of myself; which, even in the rear view mirror of life, was not a pretty sight the first time around.
To anyone I spoke to yesterday: I apologize.*
*apart from the prick from the bank who saw fit to telephone after 8.30pm at night - more fool you, you won't call here again in a hurry now will you?!
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Hey femme,
Why apologize? We all have bad days. Why you had the shits up, I do not know but who cares? Those who are close to you and are your friends will see past all that anyway.
Besides, there is a fourteen year old in all of us. Sometimes shit just happens and that’s it. There is no answer or magic potion and busting yourself up will not help either.
Bad days are like speed humps. They annoy the crap out of you, you can never understand why they are there yet the ride is always smoother on the otherside.
Thanks widescreen, you made me smile (again)! The road this side is indeed much smoother...eerily so in fact.
Just glad I didn't go the whole (14 year old) nine yards and dye my hair black, steal white pan-stick make up from a random make up artist, dig out my ancient Sisters of Mercy albums and stroll round like The Crow that day...that would have just scared the children!
All is bloody smashing today (as promised)!
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