How Do You Deal With Bad Days?

Warning: Pity party in progress!

OK, now that you’ve read the disclaimer, I’m going to jump right in and tell you about my very bad day. Nope, nothing earth-shattering happened. And, by bad-day standards, this one wasn’t even that bad. (This day, however, which I wrote about on Vitamin G a while back, was bad.) So why do I feel like screaming? Here was my day, in a nutshell:

*I’ll just say this: being on a conference call with your Glamour magazine editors and colleagues while feeding your baby and entertaining your 2 year old is really, really hard.

*Did I stick my foot in my mouth today? Um, yes.

*I had a crazy craving for artichokes all day (no, I am not pregnant)–but had none in the house.

*It was hot. The house was about 90 degrees. I get cranky when I’m hot.

*My 2 year old slammed a drawer on my finger, which made me feel like I was 2.

*I got nothing done.

*I missed an article deadline.

*The baby was fussy.

*We had leftover pizza for dinner. Cold pizza.

That’s all. [Photo: Doug Sims]