Hell of a day

126 fiction words, 455 total words

Vented to DH about the state of the house, and then when he left, the door handle ripped off in his hand.

Stressing about door handle, the car started making thumping noises that could only be produced by the engine getting ready to explode on my way to work. Turned out to be the hood flapping in the wind.

Made a poor decision on Friday that came back to bite me.

Store stops selling stamps right before I get there.

Nearly cry on a client because overwhelmed.

Stress about this morning’s meeting with supervisor.

Miss the phone call we’ve been waiting months to receive and manage to return it successfully, now have an appointment during work hours to wrap up a project.

Nearly can’t find door handle to replace the one that ripped, find it and discover it’s already been opened and taped back shut, hopefully not indicating level of difficulty of installation.

Get home only minutes (about 20) before dark and start replacing door handle. DH helps, even after I bitched about the house in the morning, and after washing the dishes.

Yesterday stunk.

I am grateful Spot’s problem was just my foot accidentally hitting the hood release and not realizing it.

I am grateful that the phone call I was waiting for also called my parents, resulting in them calling me to let me know I needed to call that guy back.

I am grateful to have that appointment in two days, even though it will cut into my work day because it means we may be in the final stages of having my Grandmother fully moved.

I am grateful for my kid’s hugs.

I am grateful for my adorable cats.

I am grateful to have gotten a shelf cleaned off before yesterday went to shit.

126 fiction words, 455 total words