Do you ever have one of those days where clouds hang over you and your bad mood just infects everything? Where you spend hours feeling angry/anxious/miserable for no very good reason? One of those days when you wish you’d just given up and gone back to bed?
Yesterday was a bit like that. By the afternoon, lack of sleep caught up with me and everything just became a bit too much.
I got irritated when Hubby bonded with T over computer games rather than getting him to do guitar practice or tidy his room.
I snapped when Pudding ran away with my phone. Again.
I wanted to cry when faced with another load of washing up.
I felt horribly guilty when snatching the rolling pin away from Pudding (again) that I accidentally banged his head with it.
I lost it completely when T refused to eat his dinner ‘because the pastry fell apart’.
I felt sick to my stomach when thinking of potential reactions to a tweet that I never even wrote (yes, I’m expert at catastrophising over hypothetical things!).
And any number of other ridiculous little nothings. By the evening I was a seething mass of bleak negativity. It got to the stage where I was putting off going to bed as I knew that I would only lie there replaying everything over and over which would stop me getting to sleep.
And then just before I went upstairs, something on the kitchen wall at eye level caught my gaze. A bit of wilted spinach that I’d pulled out of Mr Fusspot’s dinner and flung at the bin in a rage. Was my aim really THAT bad?
I’ll have to admit, it made me giggle. And everything suddenly seemed a lot better.
Moral of the story?
Every cloud has a spinach lining!
(I should have taken a picture of the spinach stuck to the wall, but I didn’t think of that. So here’s a picture of the leftover tortellini pie that I spent a significant amount of time making before watching both boys reject it. It was rather tasty!)