Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
I went to bed last night frustrated with my niece who refuses to make wise choices and woke up with a headache. And as usual, I didn't get a shower this morning. I tried to be positive and tell myself it wasn't going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.I took my bipolar meds, but they don't seem to be working. I tried to start a load of laundry before I sat down to eat breakfast, but my blood sugar dropped too quickly and I almost passed out on the stairs on my way up. The dog ate Adriana's eggs and then took up residence in my pile of clean towels that needs to be folded. Some how the dishes in the sink mated and multiplied last night before I could get them in the dishwasher. I still tried to be positive that it was NOT going to be a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
I tried to finally get my curtains hung in the living room. I had to stand on the back of the couch to get enough leverage to get the screws in the wall, and stripped two of the screw heads in the process. Even then they wouldn't go all the way in. Then I realized that the decorative tie-backs I got to match the rod won't work where I hung the curtains, because there is only a flat wall on the right side of the window (it's a recessed window). Now I have to take down the curtain rod, REHANG it INSIDE the window and then HEM the curtains, because they're too long for the inside of the window. Have you ever seen a 7 1/2 month pregnant woman scale the back of a couch? It's not a pretty site. Then after lunch, my daughter informs me that she has changed her own poopy diaper. She did a fairly good job...except for the little piles she left all through the house...on the carpet. I couldn't exactly scold her for it...though i told her that MOMMY needs to change her poopy diaper next time.
It's only 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I have three hours before Ben gets home to relieve me. I'm beginning to think positive thinking sucks. I think I'll move to Australia. Oh wait. I can't. Ben doesn't get paid until Monday. *sigh*
posted by Brandi at
1:32 PM
2 comment(s):
OK, now that I am done laughing at this...would you like the sympathy treatment, the healthy dose of reality or the sarcastic tiny violin? For sarcastic violin, read the 2nd paragraph, for sympathy read the 3rd. For realism, check the last paragraph. :)
Oh yes, woe is you. In your new single family home, away from your mother not living in her basement anymore. POOR YOU. Decorating your new house, choosing your own curtains, with enough money to buy nice new curtains AND decorative tiebacks. YOU POOR THING. Sad, sad you, all beautiful and pregnant with the child you wished for and prayed for, for such a very long time. So, so sad. Wah wah wah you have laundry and dishes and machines to clean them both for you. I feel so bad for you!
I have days like this too...it's like when it rains, it pours. Everything seems to go wrong or if not wrong at least less right than what I would prefer. It does help me to remember that I am very fortunate and have an otherwise lovely life.
I am not sure moving would solve your problems. Curtains, pregnant bellies, poop, dogs, laundry and dishes all exist in Australia too!
By
felicia, at
12:24 PM
Um...you're such a good friend to me? *grin* You're right, though. I am VERY blessed to have the problems that I have! I could still be living with my mother!!
By
DaKuipers, at
4:36 PM
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