I had a bad day recently.
The big kids’ school was delayed 2 hours, which kind of threw everything off. So I was rushing to get to Enoch’s pediatrician appointment. But the Interstate backed up, so I took the exit before my exit, thinking Siri could reroute me. Instead, she kept trying to make me do a u-turn to get back on the backed-up Interstate. Somehow I ended up on hilly back-roads that hadn’t been plowed, which caused me to almost slide into another car.
By this time, I was completely late for the appointment, and was forced to reschedule for later in the day. Which meant I had to go home, get the babies out of the car for an hour and then reload them in again. The new appointment was at Enoch’s nap time. So, of course, he had a meltdown.
And when I came out of the doctor, there was a note on my windshield, because someone had sideswiped me. Seriously.
My general philosophy of handling a day like this is to find the irony and laugh it off.
So I posted this on social media:
I really wasn’t trying to whine. Mostly, I was discussing the awesomeness of Carnitas.
But now I know.
Now I know why some people spend the majority of their time complaining on Facebook. Or better yet, throwing out vague angst, like, “I just can’t take this anymore!”
It totally works!
Everyone completely ignored the humor and Carnitas and went right for the sympathy! I had friends offering to come over and take care of the kids and other friends volunteering to do my housework (why in the world did I turn that one down?!). Moms and grandmas, with years of experience, assured me it would get better.
It’s days later, and people are STILL checking on me.
I just had no idea. I’ve always tried to keep my social media updates cheerful, or better yet, funny. I’m even open to doing thought-provoking. But whiny? I never realized how much mileage there was in that.
I mean, you all are really awesome!
Oh. And those of you that offered to help? I’ve got a list of names and I’m not afraid to use it! Mwhahaha.