Some days you wish you wouldn't have gotten up, let alone wake up. Yesterday was one of those days. Monday left me drained and worrying about way too much stuff (long story), add some 4 hours sleep and you can imagine how I felt yesterday morning. BAD!
The morning rush was exactly that. A rush. A little one who thinks she has all the time of the world, treats every day like it's weekend and doesn't want to get dressed. I got angry a few times and afterwards I just felt like such a lousy mama. I try to be patient, but when you have to rush every day to and from work to drop and pick her up, it's tiring. While getting out of the house, I slipped on an icey spot and hurt my knee. Yippie!
And on the way from school to work, I had an accident. I bumped a car who had started first and then stopped suddenly and I was too late to see it and had the lightest bump with my car. While I was startled, I kept my cool, till the old driver got out. I have a tremendous respect for the elderly, but this man was just a big a**hole. He started shouting and insulting me like I was the biggest criminal alive, demanded to see my insurance and my papers. He just went ballistic.
Yes, I bumped his car, but the damage was next to nothing. Not one scratch on my car and next to nothing on his. He started yelling that his sensors would be broken and so on. After filling in the insurance papers I suddenly realised I had my camera with me, so I started making some pics of our cars for the insurance company. Suddenly he got really friendly and he was like: yes, stuff like that can happen and I'm positive the insurance will do their best to fix this quickly. It was like experiencing Jekyll & Hyde. Weird.
At work I spend the first hour arranging everything for the insurance company and I checked out the pictures. There was a lot of damage on that car which could have never been from the collision. Places where my sweet little car can't even touch his. While I don't argue about bumping him, I did mention my insurance guy that I feel he wants to put old damage to the bump, while it has nothing to do with.
Later someone told me he probably reacted like that because I was a girl in a small car and he would have never done that with a man in a bigger car.
Didn't feel my best yesterday. Then I went out for lunch and I saw this view above (not the first time I took a view the cathedral, it's my favourite spot on my way to work) and suddenly everything didn't seem so bad anymore. And while it didn't solve the rest of my worries, I did feel a bit blessed to witness such beauty on a winter's day.
Don't let a bad day make you feel like you have a bad life ...
PS: today my day was a bit better, I'll probably get some extra days off and I had my taxes returned (meaning extra money, yippie!)