Out toddler woke up three times in the middle of the night last night. We were so tired I slept through my alarm clock and everybody wound up oversleeping and we started the day off behind schedule. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
At breakfast time the kids constantly argued. The peanut butter wouldn’t spread evenly onto the bread for the sandwiches I was making for the kids lunches. It was a struggle to get the kids out the door and to school on time.
I think I’ll move to Ireland.
My computer took 4 hours to boot up. It wanted to perform a “system restore” but it wouldn’t work. I yelled at my computer. I begged and pleaded with my computer. I have a lot of work to do and really really want to get started even if it was just checking email. That computer sat there taking forever to boot up making the same noises I do after a 3 day chili and beer festival.
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I had to wake the toddler up from his nap to go pick up the preschooler from preschool and he cried. When I picked up the preschooler he said he had a bad day and didn’t feel good.
It was definitely turning into a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
For a treat and to hopefully turn things around I decided to take the kids and treat myself to a coffee and donut. The preschooler complained the whole time. My coffee sloshed all over the back of the stroller and on my pants. Turns out they gave me a latte instead of a mocha. I hate lattes.
Next week, I’m moving to Ireland.
My preschooler turned out to have a 100.4 temperature. Between computer problems and fussy children I couldn’t get much writing done.
After school my wife took one of the kids to a doctor’s appointment. Unfortunately it was not one of the two kids that were complaining about feeling sick and had elevated temperatures. Because they are young kids, they don’t necessarily know any better and continue to run around and act crazy instead of taking it easy and resting.
I said to knock it off. I said to settle down. I said I was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Nobody listened.
For dinner we had macaroni & cheese. I hate Macaroni & cheese.
For TV my DVR decided to stop recording one of my favorite shows and automatically deleted it.
For bed time I had to wear my red sweat pants because the others were still in the laundry. I hate my red sweat pants.
When I went to be everything was racing around in my head, such as the sick kids, the work I didn’t get done, my lousy computer that wouldn’t work properly. My mind was racing and I couldn’t get to sleep. It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My wife says some days are like that.
Even in Ireland.