Fighting Back the Tears

In case I haven’t mentioned it before, I’ll mention it now. I’m sensitive.

Today was a rough day at work for me. Everything just seemed to go wrong today. No one specific event made me want to throw my hands in the air and walk away…it was just the accumulation of it all. By the end of the day I just felt beat down.

At the end of the day, I got into my Dad’s waiting car. He joked around with my like he normally does but I could barely joke back. I felt like if I said anything I’d burst into tears and I simply did not want to do that. My Dad, being my Dad, sensed that I was upset and didn’t say much after that. Just a few moments after my Dad pulled away I noticed that my keys weren’t in my purse. I had left them in the key hole of my drawer at work. I called my manager to confirm this, which she did. I asked my Dad if he could turn around and go back so I could get my keys as we were only a block away. He told me that I should just get them on Saturday when I got back to work. When I asked him how I would lock the door when I went out, he told me that he’d just let me use his keys.

No biggie. But still I felt even closer to tears. Why did I have to forget my keys?

When Dad and I got home, he gave me his house keys. He promptly went to the kitchen and made us both dinner. I made frozen concentrate lemonade.

I feel better now.