I started out the morning with a lot of good intentions about what I would accomplish with my time today. But things kept coming up, I kept getting distracted, Piper was shedding her diaper every 30 minutes, and breakfast took too long to finish. I still haven't cleaned the bedroom, taken my pills, or done anything with my hair after my shower.
And it's been a rotten day. I've been hollering at Piper, hollering at God, frustrated with my life in general right now and a very embarrassing situation in particular, as well as my toddler's diaperless ideals. I need a break. Or some roses. Or something to make me feel like it's worth it to clean the bedroom, vacuum the living room, eat another meal I don't want so I can take my pills, be nice to Piper.
Next time somebody tells me that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, I think I'll just pitch the good intentions. Maybe it will make for a better day.
And yes, this is an actual vent. Because, as my friend Sara told me once, that is what blogs are made for.