Of course it didn't come easily...
I was a mile away from my house when a cop pulled me over for going 40mph in a 30mph zone. Awesome. And after a long day of terrible, I had reached my breaking point. When he approached my window, I laid my head on the steering wheel. And before he could say anything, I burst into tears. Let me give you a recap of what happened next:
Me [sobbing]: "This has been the WORST day EVER. And this is just the icing on the cake. I can't even begin to tell you. This is awful. This day sucks. I just want to go home. I just want my dog. I just want to snuggle with my DOG!!"
Officer: "What happened in your day that was so bad?"
Me [still crying]: "How much time do you have? Do you just want to get in my car so I can tell you about it? I'm guessing you want my license and registration, too!"
Officer: "No, don't worry about it. I'm not going to give you a ticket."
Me: "I wasn't even trying to speed. I've been actively trying to not speed. I even use my cruise control on side streets to prevent this from happening."
Officer: "Yeah, those Hondas can really get away from you..."
Me [splotchy and sniffly]: "...Is that sarcasm?"
Officer: "Yes. But hey, you're not crying anymore, so it worked. Now slow down, drive safely, and get home to cuddle with your puppy. It sounds like that's just what you need."
God gave me a break in the form of a compassionate police officer, but He also brought some peace to the craziness of the day in the form of my little one. I finally made it home - without a speeding ticket - and gave myself a solid hour of quiet with Claire curled up next to me. The officer was right: all I needed was some time with Claire to pull myself together. And then I was able to carry on...