You know the kind of days I'm talking about; the kind of day where things just keep going wrong. It wasn't just me today, though. I know people who broke bones, fell ill, had relationships come to abrupt endings, and more. It's like it's all part of some weird, messed-up, international holiday where everyone gets to celebrate something crappy happening in their lives.
I've decided to call it the International Day of Unjoyment.
Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm not whining. I've figured out that good things always come out of bad things (eventually).
As many unjoyable things happened to me today, this evening was the icing on the cake. The cherry on the sundae. The flag on top of the mountain.
Jade threw up in her bed. Fawn went down to attend to matters but asked me to bring down a bowl of warm water and a couple of wash cloths. I waited around until she was done with the bowl and then brought the bowl full of barfy water back up the stairs to the kitchen. Except that, as I neared the top of the stairs, I tripped on one of the steps. And then I cracked my knee on the metal plate at the top of the stairs. And then, warm, barfy water sloshed up and out of the bowl and into my face. And my into beard. And down my shirt. And into my pants.
So what good could possibly come out of that?
Maybe the next time you're having a cruddy day you'll remember my barf-water experience and your day won't seem quite so bad. It's only, after all, one of those days.