I'm having a bit of a pants day. I got woken up at 5.57am by DD crawling into my bed, who then proceeded to kick me in the head and steal all the covers. It poured while trying to get DS on the bus, H never took the trash out, then I broke a lightbulb and a dish. I've only got one more thing left to go wrong. Right?
Aww I've literally thrown up my hands and walked out of the apartment after this stuff happens. Sometimes just a walk and getting away resets the whole day.