Remember Alexander? The boy of the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day?
Today, I felt like him.
I don’t mean to be entitled. I don’t mean to be selfish. I don’t mean to be ungrateful. But I’d just HAD IT. Frustration built up over the past week was really getting to me.
If I was a crier, I would have cried. I’m more of a snapper than a crier, though, and I honestly didn’t have it in me to snap either.
It was a rather out-of-person experience.
Hi, I'm Whitney. I am first and foremost a child of God, a mum to two rambunctious little boys, and lucky enough to call the most amazing man I know my husband. By day, I run a stationery company, and consult at the intersection of tech and graphic design. At night, I dream of charming cottages by the sea, silk ballgowns, and a perfectly organized office.
