Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
I went to bed too late last night. Today I am tired. I can tell it's going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I got the kids all ready to go to Nana's and we were really ready to go but then I couldn't find my wallet. Now we are trapped in the house and my wallet is still missing. I needed to go for a run. It's raining and cold today. I think I'll move to Punta Cana. There is laundry all over, it is all dirty and doesn't seem to want to be clean. I checked on two sick kids I've been following online. One lived. One died. It made me sad. I can tell it's going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. It's lunch time. I hate making lunch. The TV is on and the kids are watching it. I hate the kids watching TV. I think I'll move to Punta Cana. There are exactly 10 looooong hours until bedtime, there is glitter on my bed, I can't seem to loose the weight, my house is dirty and I don't feel like cleaning. Today is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I guess some days are just like that. Even in Punta Cana.
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7 comments:
But I heard that you got to hang out with some NC cousins this week. And that Christin and Micah played dog and owner. I'm sure that was pretty funny. Maybe thinking of that will brighten your day. Oh, and I hate to make lunch too. We should just boycott it!
I hate when I desperately need to go food shopping, but I still have to make lunch and have to get creative. Then we usually have a miscellaneous buffet.
:( I hope something in the next ten hours makes your day not as horrible! I love you!
Plan for this morning: wake up, eat chocolate chip banana muffins from last night's baking extravaganza, clean up mess from aforementioned baking, watch Gilmore Girls.
Actual morning: wake up, let dog out of crate, realize dog, crate and kitchen floor are covered in diarrhea/puke; chase dog into bathroom covering house in diarrhea/puke on the way; wash dog, hose down crate, dog pillow, dog blanket and crate cover slicing open ankle on the concrete patio in the process; wash floor and walls in dining and living room; put dog outside (chained up because a storm blew down the fence last night); clean up bath mess and fresh diarrhea in bathroom; cry; do six loads of wash to clean dog blanket, pillow, crate cover and two outfits covered in diarrhea from cleaning; decide I have no appetite for muffins anyway; cry again.
Some days just suck.
It's official: Wednesday November 11, 2009 - A Sucky Day. (Not unlike so many of the days of 2009 - When WILL this year be over????)
I think it's scheduled to end Dec. 31st but who knows?:)
I think we should have one heck of a New Year Party! Maybe one in which we burn our 2009 calendars!
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