Today I’m not going to care.
I’m not going to care:
about my house being a constant mess despite the fact that I constantly pick it up.
that my kids are constantly bickering, fighting, whining, and generally discontent.
about going to bed last night feeling completely defeated and overwhelmed.
about a random acquaintance making constant rude comments about the size of my belly. Multiple times, in a twenty minute period.
about chickens and slugs taking full advantage of my hard work in the garden.
that I turned some choice pieces of clothing blue that were once white.
that all children were awake at 6:30am this morning, despite the fact that 75% of them went to sleep at 9:30pm, of their own choosing.
about all the people that lied to me and said that boys were easier than girls.
about making healthy, well-rounded meals and just feed the masses cold cereal and mac and cheese.
that based on other people’s blog posts, their lives are way better than mine, they’re children better behaved, their house cleaner, their meals tastier, the sun shinier….
about what other people say or feel when I gripe and complain about a hard day.
or feel guilty that sometimes I say swear words inside my head when I step in sticky stuff that’s all over my floor when I’ve been gone for a couple of hours…
that at this very minute I hate summer.