As I was typing the word ‘failure’ on a report that I’m doing for work, I was in my head at the same moment thinking about how much of a failure I am feeling like today while also yelling at myself for being so pathetic and pitiful. Sucking it up, buttercup, is easier said than done.

The timing of the two words, one physically in front of me and the other in my head, was remarkable. So much so that I had to stop and double check that I was typing out the correct word. I thought maybe I had just gotten lost in my thoughts and it was bleeding out into my work. Sometimes that happens.  This time was just ironic happenstance.

I just feel like an all around failure today. As a mom and as a wife. And now as an employee who has been crying all day long and is now typing up a post instead of finishing a task. And a failure as a friend, as all I could reply in regards to a friend’s ear infection was “Oh damn..” No spoons.

I have no more spoons today. I just want to get home before I embarrass myself any further but I still have work, baby sitter’s, grocery shopping and then dinner and a movie with my husband. I’ve forgotten that it was our anniversary. No spoons.