I remember reading a novelty mug once that said "Put on your big girl panties and deal with it!"
I don't feel like putting my big girl panties on today. In fact, I don't feel like putting any panties on at all. I will mope around in my fuzzy Walmart bathrobe for awhile, pouting and randomly bursting into tears, and feeling sorry for myself for about 15 minutes. Then I'll stop pouting and get on with my life.
Definitely not bothered enough to quit, but bothered enough to leave in tears.
I know it will get easier. I know it. But right now, it feels like I'm at the bottom of the well