Kristen and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
I woke up this morning with bad hair and a stiff neck. The kids were demanding all sorts of things before I even got near the coffee pot. I looked out the window and saw the grey clouds still hadn't dispersed. And still no new growth on the grass seed I'd planted weeks ago so I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My wallet had been lost and/or stolen the day before. I had put in a call to the place where I thought I'd left it. Still no word. And now I can't get my car registered because I don't have my license. And I don't think I can get my new license without my old license. And of course I can't drive anywhere without it. And I'd love to go shopping and buy some chocolate because I really need some, but I can't without my bank card. That's gone too. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
In the afternoon, after the kids' nap, I decide to drive over to the place I think I left my wallet. I can't find anyone to talk to. All the offices are locked up and no one is answering the doors. I ask a lady for directions and I realize she's not quite right in the head and she starts yelling at me about why women shouldn't wear red pants and something about enemas. She won't let me get away and I'm trying to be polite. I feel badly for her, but I still feel badly for me. I realize I'm never going to find my wallet and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I think I'll move to Australia. Or the Southern coast of Spain.
We get home and as I'm carrying Sofia up the steps I trip on the stupid door mat that I've tripped on twice before, and should have thrown away then, but was too lazy. I come crashing down on the concrete mud room floor and I'm trying to get my hands on the back of Sofia's head so she won't hit it on the floor and as I stumble, I scrape the whole length of my shin against the bottom frame of the doorway. I start bawling in pain and the kids are freaked out. I check Sofia for bumps, but she's fine. I limp to the freezer for some ice and it was very clear that it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Later on, before Daddy comes home and makes us all dinner, David asks me what's wrong and why I seem so unhappy. I tell him I'm having a really bad day. "Some days are like that" I tell him. Even for moms in Australia.
But I think pretty much every day is good in Southern coastal Spain.
My wallet had been lost and/or stolen the day before. I had put in a call to the place where I thought I'd left it. Still no word. And now I can't get my car registered because I don't have my license. And I don't think I can get my new license without my old license. And of course I can't drive anywhere without it. And I'd love to go shopping and buy some chocolate because I really need some, but I can't without my bank card. That's gone too. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
In the afternoon, after the kids' nap, I decide to drive over to the place I think I left my wallet. I can't find anyone to talk to. All the offices are locked up and no one is answering the doors. I ask a lady for directions and I realize she's not quite right in the head and she starts yelling at me about why women shouldn't wear red pants and something about enemas. She won't let me get away and I'm trying to be polite. I feel badly for her, but I still feel badly for me. I realize I'm never going to find my wallet and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I think I'll move to Australia. Or the Southern coast of Spain.
We get home and as I'm carrying Sofia up the steps I trip on the stupid door mat that I've tripped on twice before, and should have thrown away then, but was too lazy. I come crashing down on the concrete mud room floor and I'm trying to get my hands on the back of Sofia's head so she won't hit it on the floor and as I stumble, I scrape the whole length of my shin against the bottom frame of the doorway. I start bawling in pain and the kids are freaked out. I check Sofia for bumps, but she's fine. I limp to the freezer for some ice and it was very clear that it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Later on, before Daddy comes home and makes us all dinner, David asks me what's wrong and why I seem so unhappy. I tell him I'm having a really bad day. "Some days are like that" I tell him. Even for moms in Australia.
But I think pretty much every day is good in Southern coastal Spain.
posted by Kristen @ 8:14 PM
7 Comments:
At 9:06 PM,
Anonymous said…
Aw, sweet pea, no worries. I'll buy you that chocolate. And almonds and good red wine from Spain. At least the closet snakes didn't get you...
At 6:25 AM,
Anonymous said…
You're right, it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day! I was going to write a list of questions like, Have you called the credit and debit card people yet? but I realized you don't need me to tell you al that...
But, my own discovery this AM was that we have an animal that got into our snack cupboard, chewed through the heavy plastic cannisters we had things in, and spread flour from my flour cannister all over the cupboard! Yuck! No droppings, just chewed plastic and flour! I think it must be bigger than a mouse. We heard noises in the partitions a while ago and it sounded like the squirrels we used to hear in my grandmother's house. But the cupboard is all enclosed, so I don't know how it's getting in. I'm hoping this isn't the start to a no good very bad day for me today! We need to talk to the neighbors in our condo bldg and see if they're having problems!
Hope things are better for you now!
At 7:08 AM,
Kristen said…
Hmm...that does sound like you have something large dining in your kitchen while you aren't looking! Yikes!
Things have turned around a bit for me, like I kind of figured they would. I did get my wallet back and nothing was missing, but of course I had already canceled all my cards, so the only thing I was really happy to have back was my license. But now looking at my wallet, I see I could really use a new one. It's pretty grungy!
At 10:50 AM,
Anonymous said…
I know how you feel. I'm glad things turned around for you a bit! I had a bad Friday-Tuesday. I got a crown on my tooth on Friday; it popped off Saturday. I accidentally deleted about half of my friends off my Myspace account. I left my umbrella in my car at work and was greeted with a downpour as I was about to leave at 5pm. Had oral surgery yesterday. Today look like I'm packing acorns in my mouth. Got a new purse, but am rapidly realizing it is WAY too small, yet I already tossed all the price tags.
I once had someone tell me that there really aren't ENTIRE "bad days"...what happens is, ONE thing goes wrong, and that immediately makes you more "sensitive" to other things for the rest of the day, making normal occurrences seem more negative than they actually are. But I don't buy it; never have. And I have the squirrel cheeks to prove it!
At 7:29 AM,
Flea said…
Yes, Things go bad 'down under' too for mums some days...Ask me I can tell!
Hi Kirsten, I found your Blog through 'A family runs through it' and really enjoy reading some of your posts!
You have beautifull children! Is that you on the skates?
bye for now, sunny Australia
At 1:51 PM,
Kristen said…
Thanks for coming by, Hannelie! Always glad to have a new reader. Yeah, that's me on the skates, but something like five years ago, before I had kids (hence having the time to ice skate!). I think I need to update my photo. One with some sunshine in it!
At 8:07 AM,
Flea said…
Change it with the season, this one during winter time (so we all can be insanely jealous) and a sunny one in the summer! Cool idea?
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