the innocent victims
I shouldn't have taken the day's stress and flung it out across the innocent faces of my children as I hollered them into bed tonight. I shouldn't have let the gloomy weather trap me firmly inside the bell jar. I shouldn't have gone to that pilates class that was so boring and left me more tired than not. I should have remembered Seth's art class. I should have kissed Dr. Gooch harder before he left for work. I should get a job to pull my weight. I shouldn't have written that belligerent letter to February because he's biting back. I should have folded the cancerous laundry growing in the other room during the pilates class. I should have slowed down. I should have ignored the pondering for today and focused on the people. I should've--before this Wednesday turned slippery sour.
Thank goodness for Thursday (and a lot of other things that smooth rough days).