It’s been a rough day. There’s no particular reason, really; it’s just one of those days, I guess. This morning at breakfast I found myself reaching for Facebook on my phone when the kids started talking about places they’d been with Dude. When they got up and I put my phone down, Dude made a comment about putting away the internets, and I teared up.
It happened twice more today. I’m still feeling kinda down, but I think a good night’s sleep will do me well. I actually was pretty productive today. I cleaned the bathroom sink and counter and put four dozen eggs out for sale (both before breakfast). I cleaned out the chicken coop, and after a nice long shower, I cleaned the tub and vacuumed the kitchen and bathroom floors. Then I decided to treat myself and painted my nails. Dude hates the smell, but I don’t do it often, so I figured he could suffer through just this once.
I hate days like this. Days where nothing seems right, where I feel like crying and being alone, where I feel like I could never be enough.
Luckily, these days don’t come around very often, and are often followed by high-energy/high-mood days. Let’s hope so. I’ve got a sermon to write in the morning.
birch & raven 
I hate those kinds of days too. I know other people telling you they’ll pass rarely goes deep enough to be believed. Still, wishing you a day that you find the kind of abiding joy that overwhelms the gloom.
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