Today was a dumpster fire.
A real “tons of burning trash, everything is terrible, no good very bad day.”
But before we get to the dumpster fire day, there was a really good day. And they are totally different, but totally related.
Today was a Good Day
On Sunday night, I set my intention for the next day. I had a day off from work, the kids were home from daycare, and I was going to be super mom. At least for a day.
In setting my intention I was very specific too. I did some visualization, I wrote it down, I channeled all of the self-helpery I have been leaning into as of late. In my vision for the day I was going to be the most patient, the most fun, the merriest of Poppins type mom. We were going to have a really good day.
And you know what? I was. And we did.
Jack, Norah, and I hit a children’s museum and splashed around in water tables, played with bubbles, explored with color lights, and made music. Then I took the longer way home, because they asked if we could turn right, and there was no reason why not. Before heading home we stopped at their favorite store and lingered in the aisles playing with the toy cars and Halloween masks until the kids were ready to go. There was so rushing, no arguing, and no slowly counting to 3.
Later we baked cookies and both Jack and Norah got a case of the sugar high giggles. Then they played “Mommy, you lie down. We’re the doctors and you need to rest” which was a very fun game. 5 stars, would play again.
We read books about spaceships and teddy bears and how awesome Moms are. We snuggled and smiled and the only time voices were raised was when we were laughing.
It was a good day.
Today was a Dumpster Fire Day
The next day was the dumpster fire.
I really enjoyed the outcome of setting my intention for Monday, so I attempted to set my intention for Tuesday too. I looked ahead at my calendar, planned out the day, and mentally committed to being the best version of myself. I was ready for my self-help gold star pin.
But from the moment I stepped into work things started to go downhill at a blazing speed. Technology issues dominated my day as I raced between meetings, typed frantic emails, and ate a piece of cold cheese pizza while sprinting up the stairs. There wasn’t even time to walk like a normal person. I was in full run mode trying to simultaneously solve problems and not lose my ever-loving mind.
This was not my set intention. Or my visualization. And affirmations of “you are capable, strong, and smart” were NOT helping.
Mother Knows Best, Again
So what did actually help? My mom. Because moms fix things. I should know that by now.
I called my mom on the car ride home and before she could even fully get out the sentence “How was your day?” I answered “A real dumpster fire.”
Her response was priceless.
“Good. At least that means you have it contained.”
Excuse me, what? Oh, yeah… I mean, I guess that’s true. As much as a dumpster of flames smells terrible and is literal garbage, it is contained within that bin. Close the lid and that fire is going to go out eventually. It’s science.
That actually was how my day had played out too. Sure the day was full of problems, and I was SUPER annoyed by all of those problems, but they were getting fixed. Slowly but surely, my team and I were fixing the problems and moving on. We had it contained.
Pity, Party of Zero
My pity party of one shut down pretty quickly after that.
Lights on, punch bunch emptied, you don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.
Today felt pretty awful, but in the grand scheme of all things truly awful, it really wasn’t. Lately, every news alert is like a friendly reminder that everything is on fire around the world, and it’s far from being contained. In contrast, my day was containable.
In a few minutes I was going to be picking up my kids from daycare, and they had not caused any of my work problems. It was not their problem that today had been a dumpster fire. So I resubscribed to self-helpery and set my intention for the evening. I was going to compartmentalize the fires and be present for my family. I was going to be patient, and fun, and the merriest of Poppins again. I didn’t reach Monday levels of Poppins, but it was pretty darn good. 4 stars, would get hired by my children again.
So I’m going to hold on to both days with a firm grip. They proved to me the power of visualization of your goals and making a choice to succeed. They also proved to me that sometimes the best intentions and preparation do not mean squat. Because that’s life. You control what you can control, and contain what you can contain, and when all else fails, call mom.
With the hopes that you have a dumpster fireless week,
P.S. Curious about the self-help stuff? Check out the five personal development books I read recently and join the movement. Or create your own personal movement with what sticks. That’s my plan.