So I’ve been having a bad day.
It started with cleaning up cat vomit on the carpet (why must she only vomit on soft furnishings?!) then went on to include the washing machine eating my brand new (and rather expensive) Sheridan towels, a tumble whilst trying to avoid stepping on Little Dog while carrying a full washing basket (I banged my shoulder rather hard – ouchies!), my period starting ONE WEEK EARLY (seriously, whose body DOES THAT SHIT?) and finding out that an online store has charged my credit card for purchases which haven’t been sent out (which is just rude, really). I also forgot to put the chicken boob I was defrosting in the fridge (so now it’s all warm and icky), banged my toe on the metal doorframe and have plumbing issues. (That’s not a metaphor – the kitchen tap no longer spurts out hot water, only cold water.)
I vented a bit on Twitter this morning and I was astounded at the number of women who’ve also stated that they’re having a bad day too. (I also got one DM from a bloke telling me that all my problems are first world problems, my own fault, etc. Thanks for that, dude, but you’re really not helping the situation – logic and reasoning have fucked off and left the building.)
Anyway, since everyone seems to be having a bad day, I thought I’d open this post up for comments. My darling readers, I want you to leave a comment and vent. This blog is a safe place – there is no judgement, no shaming. You can bitch, whinge, weep, moan and shout all you like.
You can even do it anonymously if you like.
Let me know why you’re having a bad day. Get it off your chest, then leave it behind – it’s not worth carrying around with you. That shit is just too heavy.
PS: Any asshat replies/comments will be deleted.