Erica Lucke Dean

"Making the world a better place, one book at a time."

why does “bad day” seem like such an understatement?

I had an argument with my daughter today.

It was one of those arguments that leaves you somewhat rattled after.  An argument that left us both in tears.  I know it will blow over, arguments like that always do, but until then I feel sick inside. 

The details are not important; they have been played out many times before.  The only thing that is important is that in the end, I love my daughter.  And I would hope she loves me—arguments notwithstanding.  And I would really hope that one day, when I’m gone, she will have mostly good memories of our times together. 

Suffice it to say that my day was…well, I’m not even sure what my day was.  I got a lot done in the “unpacking” department, but failed miserably in the “working well with others” area.  I got in a little walk, but it wasn’t planned, and I wouldn’t consider it in the “win” column for the day. 

On the brighter side of things, it is snowing again in Atlanta. 

I don’t know why that would be on the brighter side, other than snow is pretty to watch from afar.  I may downgrade it in the morning when I discover I am snowed in and I don’t have any milk.  For now, I’m going to watch the snowflakes fall against the back deck and remind myself that tomorrow is another day. 

And I’m betting it will be an improvement over today.  I’m pretty sure I have a better than fifty percent chance of being right!

Until the next time…I’ll be watching snowflakes and making wishes!

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