We all have bad days. As writers…as mommies…as human beings. Some are worse than others, but I'm concentrating more on the incidents that make up a bad day rather than some disastrous news that slaps the breath out of you and leaves you clawing for footing.

 A normal, run of the mill, bad day.

 Ever feel like a book is going on track big time? You're excited, motivated to write at least a 1,000 words per day and send something great into your editor? And then you get a rejection in the mail from something you sent out months ago, and then you get an email from a short story editor who says she liked your story but not enough to buy it, and you go back to your novel, somewhat deflated, and realize you have no idea what you're doing? That you will probably write this book and not be guaranteed any type of sale? Kind of like a series of sucker punches that deflates the happy motivation and dreams of accomplishing publication? It can come to the published or unpublished, at any time.  I usually stumble a bit off track, give myself a pity party and move on. But this can constitute a bad day.

 I love being a mom, but sometimes, it's completely exhausting. Getting up early, rushing around, dressing, bathing, cooking breakfast, while the house gets trashed – get them off to school – come home, clean up, do dishes, answer email, make a phone call, let the dogs out, pay a bill, go pick the little one up, then do lunch, stop at the library, the grocery store, give him a snack, play toys, clean up, play a game, read books, clean up, pick up the older one from school, do homework, make dinner, clean up, play, then get ready for bedtime? That's a normal day. How about a bad day? When the dogs get into the garbage and coffee grinds fall all over? When the little one spills the cup of chocolate milk he INSISTED he can handle and the tablecloth is soaked, along with his clothes? And then the dog throws up from eating the coffee grinds and you are scrubbing the carpet? And the oil bill comes in and it's $100 more per month and you get a little note that says oil has gone up and you have to make up for it in your budget – so sorry? And you realize there's a birthday party tomorrow and you have no gift and have to drag the kids to the toy store while they whine and cry for something…anything…for themselves? Yeah. Sometimes it's just a bad day.

The good news? It passes. Routine and sunshine and hopes of a better day reign bright when we open our eyes again. We have the unique opportunity to try again.

I found this video on You Tube and laughed so hard, I immediately felt better. Wanted to share with you and hope, my peeps,  you have a good day. This poor woman DID NOT.

 It's called A BADMOMMY DAY:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M6RqbDfRU4M

 Enjoy!

 Please check out my other blog at http://4badmommies.com and get a laugh from a mom immersed in Teen Dating.