I love Sundays and what they represent. Relaxation, Reflection, Reading and Writing. This Sunday was so very different – it was, well, a utterly shitty day.
Do you ever have one of THOSE days?
I woke up, it was a beautiful day. The dogs were already downstairs, Jimmy was making banana bread, I came into the kitchen with a somewhat sleepy, but cheerful, “Good Morning!”
Jimmy said, “not really” and pointed with his head towards the dining room.
Shit – literally, shit on the dining room floor. Again!
Tommy, our adorable, newly rescued, ten-year-old Westie, doesn’t seem to understand the concept of not shitting and peeing in the dining room.
The DINING ROOM for God sake!
I was a “tad” put out that Jimmy didn’t take care of the clean-up, but he was making banana bread after all. So, after cleaning up, I took my freshly brewed cup of coffee upstairs with me to meditate. Surely, that will help put me in the right frame of mind, dammit.
I felt somewhat better after listening to Abraham & Ester guide me through my now daily ritual.
How A Shitty Day Gets Even Shittier!
Afterward, as I was looking downstairs from the hallway upstairs, I saw, to my horror – he was doing it AGAIN!
Shitting on the dining room carpet AGAIN!!! Goddamn it!
I hollered, I stomped, I reprimanded and scared, well, no shit left, so the hell out of the poor dog. Now I’m almost beside myself. I’m getting mad at everybody. Jimmy, Tommy and Maggie – who you may remember is Tommy’s wife and who is being an angel, thank you very much.
After cleaning up AGAIN, I go back upstairs in tears muttering “I just need to be by myself for a few minutes and START THIS FUCKING DAY OVER!”
I go to the bedroom and cry and breathe and try not to resist the feelings that I’m feeling, because I know that just adds to the problem. I start to feel better.
A bit later, when he thinks it’s safe to speak, Jimmy gently suggests that I go to the garden store to “look at the pretty flowers” and bring some home for the unplanted pots. I mention that if I leave, I may not return and as I drive away there was a part of me that just wanted to keep going, like to Oregon… After spending about an hour away (and a lot of money!), yes, I do go back home. Lucky for me, though, I do now have some beautiful flowers that will make our current surroundings more enjoyable.
Have A Nice Trip!
I start by planting the large pot we have in the front and then move to the backyard. We had quite a bit of hail damage to all the pots back there, so I was on a mission to repair and replenish. As I finished one of the patio pots, I turned to look at the hanging baskets in the garden. Taking a step to get closer, I tripped over Maggie, stumbled, thought I caught myself, stumbled again and fell, literally flat on my face on the lawn.
On the plus side, I didn’t get hurt, and I didn’t fall in a pile of shit! (Because I was outside and not in the dining room!)
Now I’m just about out of my mind.
How many times does a girl have to start her fucking day over I ask? I had planned on going to my neighbors to spend some time with her horses, which always sets my heart right. I just feel better when I’m there. The world seems to drop away. Heaven – just three short blocks away.
However, the way the day is going I’m hesitant to be in the presence of three BIG horses that could stomp or kick me. I play it safe and stay home. I pick up a book, knowing that the world has not come to an end.
And then, you’ll never believe it – you’ve just got to be fucking kidding me! Tommy pulls a hat-trick – a fucking trifecta! How does he shit three times in one day in the same spot? Dear God.
This is no time for a Snippet!
Sunday afternoon is normally the time I sit down and write my Snippet. Aren’t you glad I waited until Tuesday? At least now I can see the humor in the day and not give any real contemplation to running away from home or taking the dogs back to Westie Rescue. I was “this close” to both!
Six little ideas
I have a few words of wisdom to remember:
- You can start your day over any time and as many times as you must.
- Cry, stomp, yell, breathe, but don’t resist or stifle your feelings – let them flow through you.
- Don’t avoid the things that bring you pleasure out of fear.
- Calm the fuck down and be grateful for the good things in your life.
- Don’t commit to paper, social media or your website anything in the immediate aftermath of a shit-show.
- Don’t take yourself too seriously (Rule 62)
Have you had a shitty day that you can now laugh out loud about? God, I would love to hear it, so I know I’m not in this particular boat by myself. Let me hear from you!!
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