Everyone is entitled to a bad day. It happens. I can admit to being tired, cranky, in pain, frustrated and simply down in the dumps, such is life. The difference between people is how they handle those days.
I am no saint. I have lost my temper; snapped at my kids, cried myself to sleep, stomped my feet, even slammed a door or two. Not too often, but it has happened. Major guilt follows immediately afterwards. Kind of seems the worst of me is reserved for those I love most, my family. Um, isn’t this what most people do? Vent, emote and show our true colours to those we truly trust and adore?
Here’s what I would never, ever do:
Yell at a stranger.
Scream at a child.
Give the finger to a passing motorist.
Stalk a blogger and leave an unmotivated mean or malicious comments on her blog.
Maybe my skin is just not thick enough but I don’t get it.
Oh and PS, no one is truly anonymous when commenting on a blog.
Just so you know.
Hope today is bright and cheerful!