Well it's been a long, been a long, been a long, been a lllooooonnnngggday.

We've all had those days. The days that make us cranky for no good reason what-so-ever. 

I have a lot of those days. I don't like being in a bad mood, but it happens frequently. Thomas is an angel, or a martyr (whichever you want) for putting up with me the way he does, and he often has a series of basic questions that he asks when he notices that I'm a little off.

T: (hesitantly) Are you ok?

S: (hissing) yes

T: Are you hungry?

S: Why do you ALWAY ask if I'm hungry if you think that I'm in a bad mood!!!

T: When is your period supposed to start?

S: Not for two weeks, thank you very much...smart ass.

T: (to himself) hmmm.....that's too far away, that can't be it.

S: I can HEAR you, you know! I'm not deaf!!!

T: (with a wee smile) You know, you're kind of funny when you're upset.

S: fkjnsksjnekrjtnkdjvnscvjnerogjneofvjnoj!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We have that conversation on a regular basis, which is why I'm able to script it so elegantly.

Today was one of those days. Those days that you want to kick people as you pass and just want to be left alone. Regardless of the fact that I had a day filled with fun and relaxing activities, I was PISSY!

The kids are in tech for Hairspray, and I always volunteer backstage to help with hair and makeup. However, within thirty minutes of being in the green room, I had had my fill of the having the following conversation numerous times:

Kid: "Can you help me with my hair?"

Me: "Yes, where is your brush?"

Kid: "I don't have one."

Me: " Bobby pins?"

Kid: "I don't have any."

Me: "hairspray?"

Kid: "No"

Me: "You need more eyeliner."

Kid: "I don't have any."

It was time to take a walk.

I walked....slowly....down the street to Starbucks.  I go to order a drink and perhaps a little snack. I reach for my wallet only to remember that the ID holder part is in my glove box. Don't ask. I stop the barista and say, "You know what? Just the drink. I'll pay cash."

Jose, the barista, says, "Ok, that'll be $3.45. I bought you the drink, so you just have to pay for the pastry."

I almost fell on the floor. I gushed embarrassingly over the poor boy, so I think he may have paid for my drink to get me the hell out of his store.

The kid made my day. He doesn't know me. He's never seen me before. He doesn't know that I was in a lousy mood. He was just being nice.

I went back to rehearsal a little lighter and a bit more relaxed.  

Thanks, Jose, for restoring a little bit of my faith in human-kind, and saving my poor husband from the she-devil who may have come home tonight.