Not giving Up

My back ached from tweaking it on Saturday. Alternating ice, heating pad and Tylenol barely took the edge off. My stomach felt like a tiny, evil leperchaun had smuggled in a gigantic balloon and overfilled it with air. I was irritated and phone-less thanks to a leaking water bottle. I didn't have a fighting chance yesterday.

I was frustrated about some minor work things that became enormous problems in my mind. I missed a Skype session I knew nothing about and missed meeting up with a co-worker for an appointment. I was convinced she left me because I was two minutes late. I was certain that she was making it her mission to sabotage me.

I later learned that she was FIFTEEN minutes late. I was sick to my stomach thinking what a horrible impression I must be making in my six week career here. All of this because my phone shorted out and I was waiting for Verizon to overnight me a new one.

I ended the day in tears over who knows what and was all set to wallow in my self pity. Einstein wasn't going to let that happen though. He rummaged through a box (one of many that still needs to be unpacked) until he came across striped George.

He cleared his throat, tapped me on the shoulder and said "Based on extensive research my esteemed associate and I have a word of advice for you. Go to bed when we do so you aren't cranky and crying!"

While I didn't go right to bed, I did manage to get eight blissful hours of sleep. I woke up today thinking of all the things that are going right, all the things that make me happy.

Sometimes, all you need is advice from a monkey in pajamas and your oldest son.

How do you snap out of a bad day when all you want to do is wallow in a sea of slef pity?