Bad Day

Today has been stinky for both reasons big and small, but it's always the small things that tip the scale, isn't it? After my pre-schooler, who has been so needy and clingy this morning that I have yet to take a shower, accidentally dumped her entire plate of food on the floor (her second spill of the day, mind you), I just completely lost it. Not at her--I didn't yell at her, as I have told her time and and time again that everybody has accidents/makes mistakes/etc., and that's okay--but just in general. I found myself sitting on the kitchen floor just sobbing. It felt good to let it out but at the same time, I frightened by daughter by my perceived lack of control over my emotions. I'm not sure if there is a learning moment in there or not. She kept telling me it's okay to have a bad day and, as sweet as it was that she was trying to comfort me, I felt like a failure as a parent for having my child assume the adult role in that moment. I don't know where I'm going with all this or if I even have a point. I guess I'm just venting. Hoping tomorrow will be a better day.