Yesterday I had a Bad Day. There was no catastrophic event or anything; just a series of small horrible ones... work bothers, family spats, a bad case of mummy guilt and a soupy mucky flooded mess in the barnyard brought on by two days of monsoon-like rain/slush/sleet.
The children were away at school and I was feeling a wee bit sorry for myself. So I threw a pity party. While some women turn to drink or chocolate, I stoked up the woodstove, brewed a big pot of strong tea, turned on some music and knit.
At least it was a productive pity party.