Moving on from a bad day

Yesterday was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.

It was, in every sense of the word, a bad day.

It just continued to compound on itself.

Here’s kind of how it went down.

When we woke up, my 5 year old had a nose bleed that lasted for EVER. He’s prone to nosebleeds, and just got his nose cauterized in December. So this was the first big one since then. It was rough.

Then, I cleaned out my entire car. My car is the one thing I have that’s mine, or it was before my husbands car got totaled anyway…and having it EXACTLY how I want it is s priority to me. So, cleaned, vacuumed, all kids stuff removed besides the essentials.

I had to kind of urgently take one of my baby goats to the vet, because he was looking pretty pitiful. I was actually really worried he was going to die. He’s one of the babies, just under 2 weeks old. So, I was sad about that. (Spoiler alert, he’s looking totally back to normal today, so I think the antibiotics and fluids helped him!)

On the way home, my very cute baby got ahold of a squishy ball, and it exploded. It must’ve happened right before we got home, because I would’ve seen it on his face in the mirror.

It could’ve been worse…I was just glad that none of it got in his mouth. He did seem pretty proud of himself.

I cleaned up the mess and had to immediately go pick my older son up from school. Get home, make dinner for the kids and bottles for the goats.

Spill one of the bottles all over the floor. Ok. Cool. Another mess. At least that one was my fault.

Get the kids ready for bed with pajamas on, walk into the babies room, and see a diaper, a poop diaper no less, COMPLETELY shredded and destroyed and eaten. My dog took it out of his diaper can (I don’t even know how) and ate it. Um….literally disgusting.

Fine. Clean it up and move on.

Get the kids to bed. Go outside to give the goats their bottles. One of them jumps on my back (typical), and gets poop in my hair.

UGH.

Another shower.

At this point. I’m just completely over it. I’m exhausted, emotionally depleted, and spent.

But the day isn’t over, and I still have more to do.

I kept it together until around midnight, when I decided I was done with life, felt really alone and just emotionally imploded.

I sent a rather lengthy and venting text to my best friend (sorry best friend) and just…I don’t know.

I’m not feeling great. I just…I’m so freaking spent.

Yesterday sucked. It was like an entire week long in one day.

The worst part is feeling as alone as I do. I need…I don’t know what I need.

Last night sucked. I ended up drinking way more than I wanted to, getting sad, wanting to die, and it just wasn’t good.

I need this month to not go as tragically as it does every year. But as of right now, I don’t have high hopes for that being the case.

It is what it is.

Today is a new day.

And I’ll get through it.