The other day a co-worker posted on Facebook that it had been the week from hell.
We had all felt it. It was as if a black cloud hovered over us, raining down all kinds of bad.
We had made mistakes. Tempers flared. Fingers pointed.
Cranky people called, which didn’t help our own crankiness.
We scowled. We skulked. We wished we were anywhere but here.
It was one b-a-d week.
One of my favorite children’s books is “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day,” by Judith Viorst.