Bad Day

This morning I got Soap in my eye in the shower. Any other day of the week, I should just ignore this and carry on with my day. Today is Monday, however, and I should have taken that as a sign from God Himself and gone back to bed. But. I did not listen. Instead I continued to get ready and make my way to work. Until I was backing out of the garage and backed into my daughter’s car. I should have listened again and drove right back into the garage and gone back to bed. But, I know more than God, right? Surely You didn’t really mean for me to give up that easily, did you, God? I did not. I guess He made me of stronger stuff. So, I went to work, where shit got buried on top of shit and then more shit got buried on top of that and before I could blink or take a deep breath, I was a big, blubbering, teary, wet mess. Still, I soldiered (shouldered?) on. ‘Cuz that’s who I am. I made it through. I lived. Now I’m going to go to bed and hope for a better tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.