Note: This is a post from Courtney Baker, chief seller and long-time running wo-man of MvD.
Yesterday, I was startled by Milli screaming at one of her dolls.
“You don’t do the right things.” “You are BAD.” “AHHHHHHHH!” Stomp! Stomp! (She throws Barbie.)
Completely consumed by anger, Milli gives Barbie an earful.
After some discussion, I learned that Barbie wouldn’t sit up the way Milli wanted her to. Her shoe wouldn’t stay on. And her arm wasn’t bent enough. She genuinely felt that this inanimate object was being mean to her.
It was failing her. Why won’t it listen? Why won’t it do what I want?
I pulled Milli onto my lap. We adjusted Barbie’s extremities so she’d sit up the right way and placed her shoe on her foot. I showed Milli how Barbie’s arm also moves at the shoulder socket.
Milli let out a deep breath, finally letting go of all the anger.
She’s still a good kid.
Today, I woke up late.
I stayed up until 1 a.m. last night (for the second night in a row), and I completely ignored my alarm.
I had great plans for today – like walking to preschool, then to a haircut, then to the grocery, and back home. I was going to put a dent in my 10,000 steps all before noon!
Now, I was six minutes late, 20 by the time I could get the girls out of the house. “They’ll probably cancel my appointment.” “I get zero steps when I drive!” My perfect morning plan was ruined.
And then Milli refused to get out of bed. Now I’m angry.
I patiently enticed her with, “Your friends are already on the playground, we’d better hurry” and “I bet you can’t get dressed faster than me.” I ended with, “If you aren’t out of bed in two minutes, I’m going without you!”
(Why I threaten this, I don’t know. At four years old, she’s figured that out I’m not leaving her. In fact, I think she’d like to explore the house without parental supervision.)
Only one leg is out of the bed. I’m fuming and cursing in my head.
I genuinely felt that she was being mean to me and pushing me. She was failing me. Why today? Why now?
I stepped into the other room. Logic rushed back to my brain. Four-year-olds don’t get dressed quickly. Preschool won’t shun us for being late. Being late is better than being angry.
I rescheduled my appointment, grabbed Milli some clothes, and then hugged her through the comforter. She conceded.
I let out a deep breath, and let go of all the anger.
I’m still a good mom.
Screw bad days, embrace bad moments
I allow small failures to completely derail me. I forget to track my spending, so I quit for the rest of the month. I eat junk for lunch, so I’ve ruined good eating for the rest of the day. I’m in a bad mood in the morning, so I’m in a bad mood the rest of the day.
I stumbled across this nugget or wisdom a few months ago, and it has radically changed how I handle small failures.
“There are no bad days, only bad moments you’ve allowed to become a bad day.”
We all have bad moments. Traffic jams, long lines, kids behaving like … aliens. Let it go.
Sometimes, we cause the bad moment. We avoid someone, are impatient, or lose our temper. Apologize, and let it go.
Zig Ziglar passed away last week, so I can’t miss an opportunity to toss out my favorite Zig quote.
“It’s not how far you fall, but how high you bounce that counts.”
- Zig Ziglar
Let it go. Screw bad days. Embrace bad moments. Bounce back.
Are you suffering from a bad moment right now? Are you ready to say “screw it” to bad-day thinking?
What are you going to let go of today?
Comment and tell us!