A few weeks ago, I had one of those days. My husband was sick in bed with the flu. My teething baby spent the day clinging to my legs and biting into my shoulder. My 7-year-old son seemed to have cotton balls stuck in his ears, and my 5-year-old daughter was talking back to everything I said. Oh, and it was my birthday.
It wasn’t the greatest day ever, and although I tried not to let the utter lack of celebration get to me, it bothered me more than I let on. For the next few days, I was cranky. Not on purpose, not to prove a point. I just felt cranky. And guess what? My family was cranky, too.