Evangeline and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
I went to sleep with a pain in my shoulder and now I have a pain in my neck too.
My son was almost late for school, because he played with plasticine instead of getting ready, and then he couldn't find his gloves, and by mistake, I snapped at him, even though I knew that I was the one who should have been helping him stay organized, and I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My computer was really slow. My internet connection kept flaking out, and I have no idea why. I couldn't get half of what I wanted to get done on the computer.
Then I noticed that everything I had worked so hard to clean up earlier this week is messy again. How do I uncross things on my to do list? This means more housework for me, and I HATE housework.
Perhaps I should move to Australia.
It snowed a little, and the roads were a little icy. My car doesn't have its winter tires on yet, and I skidded even on that tiny bit of ice, and I knew it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
After lunch I tried to make a beautiful art journal page, but I smudged black paint right on the face of my painstaking sketch. When I tried to blot it off, the paper ripped.
When I went grocery shopping my spinach got squished, and a guy stared at me funny, and I didn't know why, and the cold made my shoulder ache even more. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I could tell, because when I went to make some yummy Indian food for supper, I was out of ginger root and yogourt, and I had already just been to the store.
I made another art journal page about how frustrated I was, but that one didn't turn out very well either. Then I wanted to make some gingerbread cookies to cheer myself up, but I knew my stupid shoulder was hurting too much to roll them out.
In the evening my husband was so tired, and I felt really bad about how little I'd gotten done all day. I didn't want him to help me, but there was supper and lots of homework to do with the boys, and I had to let him. I wished we could go to Australia.
When I went to bed, I knew I wouldn't sleep, so I took some stuff to help, but I took it too soon and my eyes closed even as I got to the most exciting part of my book. It had been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day!
But I know that some days are like that, even in Australia.
My day yesterday...modelled after the wonderful classic "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" by Judith Viorst (you can listen to it online here). One of those days when the little things refuse to go smoothly. I tore my rotator cuff several weeks ago, and it seems to be reluctant to get better. It is getting me down to have to take things slow when I am raring to go for Christmas. But chiaroscuro, you know...it's not all supposed to be peaches and cream. And being achy and squished spinach aren't much to be concerned about in the grand scheme of things...still, feels good to kvetch along with Alexander, everyone has a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day once in awhile (even in Australia).
Blow by blow report from our Nov/Dec 2011 Orlando extended family vacation of a lifetime. Set to private to protect our superhero alter ego anonymity, leave a comment here or email me @ email@example.com if you want to take a gander. Disney haters need not apply.