One of those days.

Ever little once and a while I am convinced that God has stored up punishment for all my little sins and has to release them all at once. Not Big, Smiting, type of punishments. Just the punishments for not being as good of a person as I could be: Not being as nice to my fellow creatures, missing a prayer, really wanting to swear, adding my own lyrics to hymns, teaching my kids little habits that drive my wife nuts... etc. Anyway, I think there is an angel somewhere that running a tally on all my little misdeeds and punishment has to come down.

When punishment finally comes down it happens all in one day. A day when nothing goes right despite your best efforts. You can't find your keys, your late for work, you take the blame for something, someone is mad at you and you don't know why, you're overly self conscious, you forgot a bit of homework, you lose a glove...etc. So you spend the whole day in what feels like a broken treadmill. You can't get ahead no matter how are you run.

Usually when these days come around I find a nice controlled area of my house and don't answer the phone. As long as I am in an area that I can control then nothing can hurt me and once the day is over then I can resume my regular activities.

I just wish I could avoid these days, but as of now hiding is the best way that I have found.