What a week. Complete with Near-Meltdown-Thursday. Before the day was over I was throwing stuff. Not heavy stuff, and not at people. But I was, indeed, throwing stuff.
Someone brought me a tiny cupcake. Then I went and found another one. The last one, which I unashamedly announced I was not sharing. So there. Not that I think anyone would have asked, given my mood. Neither of them really helped.
When I left work I went to Publix and bought a pint of expensive gelato. I gave one spoonful to my daughter, and took the rest to my bedroom, where I ate it while I stared blankly at the computer screen watching other people Facebook about their less-crappy day. I did some other stuff, blah, blah, blah, and then my husband sent me to bed at 7:30. It was the best idea I'd heard all day.
It's a pretty bad day that can't be salvaged by cupcakes and ice cream. I might not have believed such a thing possible if I hadn't seen it myself.
The gelato was really good, though.