that was supposed to be free and open and fun,
but then you got an e-mail that turned it upside down,
and it kept you preoccupied and stressed all day
to the point that you spent hours and hours drafting a reply and coming back to it and rethinking it
and feeling nauseated and near tears over the entire issue
even after you finally get up the guts to hit "send,"
because you know you still didn't say it right,
so instead of getting anything of value accomplished (having fun with the kids who are out of school for the day, squeezing in some work on that freelance job, or, I don't know, making sure the family has clean underwear), your day is sucked into the void of worry
to the point that it's an hour past dinner time when you finally put the lasagna on the table
and although it tastes great, you can't stomach it
or the yummy rolls, either
and your hands tremble
and your head is killing you
and you find yourself snapping at your poor kids for the stupidest things
and they wonder where their mommy went?
Been there too? Oh good.
Because that's what it's been like.
Hoping tomorrow is better.
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