So you had a bad day

Today has been one of those please-don't-breath-near-me days when my nerves seemed to have been rubbed raw before I even crawled out of bed. Hopefully tomorrow will start fresh. It's funny how a poo-poo, everything-annoys-me day affects one's outlook on life. For example, instead of feeling the Yay! baby's kicking during one of Baby's little playtimes, I felt this little smirk cross my mind when a coworker was talking to me. Baby was bouncing around inside which gave me the perfect distraction to ignore whatever it was my coworker was telling me. Hopefully, it wasn't essential information she was trying to convey because I was having my own internal conversation. Inside my deep, dark places I was thinking "bla bla bla, I wish I were tumblin inside a uterus. La la.... that'd be fun... that'd be way more fun than working today... Huh, coworker's still talking, but I'm growing a baby so... Yeah, I think I'll just continue to play uterus bumper cars until there's a silence which I shall fill with the beginning of a totally unrelated topic so that she doesn't know I wasn't listening."