Tomorrow Will Be Great

Today was just an average day.  Shelby said and did some really funny things.  Chelsea was a bit cranky because she's teething.  Neil talked my ear off and told me stories.  It rained...again.  It wasn't a great day but it wasn't a bad day either.  Average.  I've never understood why people get so upset about having a "bad day."  In theory, it could always be worse.  You got a flat on the way to work, spilled your coffee on your white shirt, printed 88 copies instead of 8 in a company copy room that is extremely "green" and the boss lives to recycle, hit rush hour traffic on the way home, got stuck for two hours behind a lady pushing 85 years, got home to a disaster in the living room that your kids made, burned the supper, didn't have cash to pay the delivery guy.  Bad day, or so you say.  But you have a car to drive, you have clean white shirts to keep you warm, a job at a company, kids to love and a home to clean.  It can always be worse.  Stop saying that you had a bad day and start saying tomorrow will be better.