Today was going to feel shit.

The day started with a text at 6.20am saying she didn’t get the job she had assumed would be hers. It was still dark outside, still raining.  The night had been bad. Restless, anxiety dreams, kids screaming out with their own nightmares, husbands alarm going off, her alarm going off, heart racing.

“Are you ok mama?”

Her husband took the kids to school, she went for a walk on the beach to try and shake the low grade growl. A foggy drizzle pattered her face, pushing the mascara to explore the fine lines around her eyes. The waves were big, the smell delicious. At first this melodic fruit bowl of gloom brought some relief but ultimately “it” was too heavy to budge and she accepted that today she was going to feel shit and everyone was going to annoy her.