The Sign of a Bad Day

I knew today was going to be a bad day as soon as I picked out my shoes this morning. I chose to wear really uncomfortable, too high heels, that were cute, matched my outfit, and kept the hem of my jeans from touching the floor and getting frayed. I know that I don't walk well in heels but I didn't seem to have a choice so I put my heels on, went through my morning routine of dressing, feeding, and packing for my two babies and headed off to work. Upon arrival I gathered my massive purse, my backpack pump, my sweater, and my raisin toast and headed toward the office. (It's amazing how I am a pack mule even when I am without my kids.) Right when I got to the stairs, I thought, wow, I haven't rolled an ankle yet, that's impressive! Well, what is that saying?..."Pride comes before the fall?"...I was the literal example of that phrase. As I made my way up the stairs, my heel missed the step and I felt myself began to go down along with all of my luggage. I could see myself falling in slow motion and I was powerless to stop it. I put my hands down to stop my face from slamming into the floor, completely smooshing my breakfast but saving my face. My pump flew over my head, my sweater went flying, and my purse hit the floor with a bang. I flung my head up quickly and scanned my surroundings to see how many people I had completely humiliated myself in front of...Praise the Lord, my ego was only bruised in front of one person. She ran out of the office asking if I was okay. I gathered all of my things, regained my composure, told her I was fine, and thought, I knew this was going to be a bad day. I sustained a painful bruise on my foot to add to the one on my ego and a broken shoe. 

 Later that morning, I discovered that I had a big black raisin stuck in my teeth for most of the morning, and I mentally noted all the people I had smiled at that morning who had been picking their teeth. I obviously did not get the hint. 

  My day continued to get worse with different situations at work and was topped off with the simultaneous, in sync, loud, obnoxious crying of my two children for 30 minutes straight on the way home from dinner with my in-laws. 

 Why didn't I choose to wear comfortable shoes today? My day would have been much more pleasant.