It was one of those days when I just did not want to get out of bed. A trip to the dentist to have all my teeth pulled sounded more inviting than facing the list of meetings and presentations I had to attend.

Once I finally convinced myself that I didn’t want to lose my job and got myself going, it was just as bad as I had known it would be. The clothes I had carefully pressed and laid out for myself the previous night had been knocked to the floor by the dog, who had of course also slept on them. The milk had soured overnight, but since I was still half-asleep I didn’t realize that until I had taken a nice healthy gulp of it in my morning coffee. I don’t recommend doing that.

With my day headed south as fast as it was, I was surprised that a car didn’t run me off the road on the way to work. Once I got there however, I found myself wishing that one had. The meetings dragged on and on and even went over so that we had to eat lunch during a meeting so that we could be sure to cover all the “important” things.

By the time I finally dragged myself home, I felt completely tapped-out. I wanted nothing more than to pretend that the day had never even happened. It certainly qualified as one of “those” days, and I knew what had to be done – I’d have to bring out the big guns.

I ransacked my linen closet and pulled out every Velvet Vanilla scented candle I could find. I then carried all my treasures into the bathroom, and proceeded to cover every surface with my candles. After I was satisfied that they were all burning well and wouldn’t set fire to anything, I headed for the kitchen. There I made a pot of nice hot chai tea and took it back to the bathroom with me. By that time, the candles were really going and the whole bathroom smelled like a warm and inviting vanilla cloud. 

I drew a bath as hot as I could stand it and let myself slip down into it. My husband was not going to be home for a few more hours, so I was totally alone with my tea and candles. After just five minutes, I couldn’t remember why I’d been so stressed earlier. Ten minutes and half a pot of tea later, I began to think that my day hadn’t really been that bad after all – and half an hour into my little getaway I wasn’t giving much thought to anything at all. The only thing I could focus on was how pretty all the flickering candlelights were around me, and that perhaps I wouldn’t mind having some more of “those” days.

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