You’re all tired of election posts. I know, I get it. I’m tired of them too. I’m tired of the hatred and anger I see spewing from left and right. I’m tired of seeing fear and loss of hope. I’m tired.
So this isn’t an election post. This is what I did the day after this election.
I kissed my daughter. I went into the living room and put on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I got ready for work. I watched Charlotte climb on a chair that is meant for sitting, but because she thinks if she flips it over it magically becomes a slide. I watched her scream her head off when I told her it wasn’t a slide and put it back the right way. I tickled her chubby belly, kissed her goodbye and went to work.
I got on the train, I went to my office, I sat at my desk. I ate my breakfast and my lunch. I ate a lot, because I was stress eating and PMSing at the same time which is why 7 tootsie rolls disappeared in 30 seconds from the office candy bowl. I talked to my family and friends. I looked up first Disney visit welcome packages for Charlotte to be delivered to our room on Saturday and then saw they were $88 dollars with shipping and cursed them for being so expensive.
I went home and picked up my baby girl and kissed her all up. I made dinner for Eric, ate a ball of burrata cheese myself, fought with Charlotte over her dinner hunger strikes. I gave her a bath, read her a story, put her into bed without a fuss.
I put on CNN and saw everyone screaming at each other, so I turned it off. I ate half of a cannoli chipwich, which was delicious and rich and good LORD I need to stop eating everything. I cleaned the bathroom, changed some light bulbs, went over my packing list for Florida. I took a shower and I went to bed.
You see, the world keeps on turning.
The world didn’t end. My day was pretty much exactly the same as any other day. Yes, I understand why people are hurt, angry & afraid. No, I do not take those feelings away from you. Yes, I understand people are jubilant and feel the need to gloat. I, myself, am in the middle. I do not know what the next four years holds. I cannot predict the future. None of us can. So please, take it one day at a time. Voice your opinions without hatred. Feel your feelings. Do not let anyone tell you that you can’t feel what you feel.
But just take it one day at a time. That’s all any of us can do.