Some days I'm a winner.
Some days I'm a loser.
Some days, it seems I've got a golden horseshoe up my butt.
Some days, it seems the only language I speak is 'bitch.'
Some days I am praised for the things I think, say and do.
Some days, I stumble over myself like I've got clown feet and marbles in my mouth.
That's the way the world works, you know.
It's a constant ebb and flow, give and take, reap and sow. Good and bad. Up and down.
I have good days and bad days. I make friends and shine like a star and I use sharp words and am impatient .. I float like a leaf on the breeze and then self destruct and burn up and hurtle back down to earth...
On the days when I'm tired, feeling fragile or broken in spirit... On the mornings that begin with a slammed door and sticking a finger through my pantyhose... In the moments where tacts counts but sarcasm prevails... On the days I roll out of bed, late, disorganized and wishing I could crawl back under the covers ... In those moments when I want to be the little kid, so some one else could carry the load, pick me up, give me a break and reassure me...
I must remember that you feel that way too sometimes.
And maybe today yours was the day that started with a run in the pantyhose, the fight with the kid or the words poorly chosen.
So, if I forget to tell you later.
Sorry about that.
And if I can ever carry your load... let me know. Generally, I am pretty sturdy.
Clown feet make for a really solid foundation.