Tuesday, November 13, 2012
I will be the first to admit it. Coffee is my friend. It may not be my best friend but it sure comes close some days. You know the ones, the days where simply opening your eyes is a chore. The ones that you can feel from the moment your feet hit the floor that it is going to be like bootcamp for the next 16 hours until you're comfortably curled up in bed once again.
It is in these days that I find solace at the bottom of the cup. Now sometimes it is not really days, perhaps mere moments where everything becomes too much. Where rescuing just one more odd sock from the jaws of the dog is too much. Days when the shop assistant really should have offered you a neck and shoulder massage rather than informing you that a carrier pidgeon would have a better chance of getting that urgent order here on time.
We all have meltdown moments where the smallest thing is disasterous, the world as you know it has no meaning and that rock in your backyard looks like the best place to crawl under and hide from the rest of the world. It is easy to lose your cool and you pity the poor person who is in the wrong place at the wrong time, for they are on the receiving end of an outburst of frustration that would put you as a hot contender for an Oscar.
It's okay. These moments happen and sometimes they are spectacular. Whatever the reason, whatever the frustration, whatever the problem, while it may knock you down you need to get back up. From one who has been there, accept that you have had your 'meltdown moment', gather yourself and rise above. Now, for my family it means pour mum a coffee, give her space and eventually she will be mum again.