It's Been a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

There is a children's book that is a favorite in our house.  Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst is a story that Brayden has memorized and that he fell in love with from the first time I read it to him.  I first came across this book as an elementary student, later stumbled upon it in a Children's Literature course in college, and most recently when I purchased it to read to my kids.  Just in case you haven't read it (which you really should - even if you don't have kids), the story goes a little something like this:  Alexander is one of three brothers - and he has it rough.  Really rough.  He wakes up in a bad mood, he drops his sweater in the sink, he gets jipped out of a good cereal box toy, he never gets to sit on the outside in the carpool, and everyone is always one-upping him.  Especially when it comes to lessons in school and treats at lunch time. His solution for his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?  Move to Australia of course!

So, as my day went along today, from the time I woke up until the time I began writing this I kept saying over and over again..."well, today has sucked."  To make myself snap out of my mood, I kept referring to this book (I've got it memorized.)  Although Alexander himself thinks he has it rough - it's true that it isn't that bad.  I've had to remind myself of this throughout the day today.  Today has sucked but it's gonna be okay.  Everyone has bad days now and again and today was just extra sucky. 

So tonight,  I present to you my own personal version of this beloved children's story:

I went to sleep late last night and my alarm went off at 4:30 this morning.  I pushed the snooze and tried to go back to sleep but my husband farted underneath the blankets and I felt like I was being attacked by an enemy insurgent tear gas so I went ahead and got up. I dropped my left contact down the drain and I didn't have time to blow dry my hair and I couldn't find a matching pair of socks to save my life.   I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I didn't have time to fix breakfast before I left the house or warm my car up.  I didn't use my turn signal at one stop sign, and I rolled through the next one, causing me to get pulled over by the police as I was turning into Burger King to grab my breakfast.  I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  I think I'll go crawl in a hole.

I couldn't find my insurance card, I was mouthy to the police officer, and I said quite a few bad words while he was running my plates.  This took up the 10 minutes that should have been spent in the drive thru of Burger King getting my Sausage Muffin and the 5 minutes that should have spent running into Quik Trip to grab some coffee.  I told him I was going to work.  I told him that I had to hurry because I was going to be late but he just wouldn't listen.  I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

At work, I was already running late, which meant I was already behind.  There was no caffeine and we have no vending machines.  I had overdue reports, mountains of work, and couldn't make any headway in my various piles.  At break time I went for a walk and almost got ran over by a garbage truck that was driving on the wrong side of the road.  My lunch wasn't hot enough, I had a terrible headache,  I didn't bring enough bottles of water, and my friend got sick and had to go home.  It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. 

On my way home from work an 18 wheeler pulled in my lane on the exit ramp and nearly ran me off the road.  My husband called at 4:15 p.m. and said the electric bill was due by 5 p.m.  TODAY.  I cussed the whole way home, got cut off by another car, and rolled through about four more stop signs and stepped in a mud puddle when I was dropping off the electric bill.  It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I dropped the mail on the ground.

I lost a Rosette clip from my tablet case.

There were no heart shaped donuts left and I love heart shaped donuts.

I got kicked in the ribs by my three year old.

My one year old wanted her daddy, not me.

Both of my kids are being extra whiny today.

And my husband was riding my last nerve.

It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

My kids say some days are like that.  Even if you crawl in a hole.

Happy Wednesday everyone!  Here's hoping the rest of the week is fabulous for everyone!