When my daughters aren’t having the best day, we often say, “Well, it’s just a day.”
It’s just a day.
It’s OK that we needed to nap all afternoon or that we just wanted to watch TV till bedtime. It’s OK that we ate too many cookies or didn’t finish our homework. It’s OK that we shouted at our sister or never made our bed. It’s OK that everything went wrong at lunch or during an exam. It’s OK that our hair looked awful and we felt uncomfortable in our clothes.
It’s just a day. Tomorrow is a new day.
We hug each other and say, “It’s just a day.” Let’s snuggle up and start a new day tomorrow.
It’s just a day.
It’s just one day out of thousands of thousands of days.