Thursday, December 20, 2007

A good run of bad luck.

Did you ever have one of those days that was just really, really bad? A day in which you were at work and had been at work for about six hours before you realized you had a big fuzzy in the front part of your hair that made you look like you have dandruff? One of those days in which you screamed at your co-worker because he is such an incredible amount of douchiness that the world can't even fathom what a douche he is? That special type of day that makes you wonder if everyone on the planet is conspiring against you in some way and really, even your own mom thinks you are ugly?

Then you go home and you feel kind of better because home is presumably your safe place and when you get home your husband comes home and asks you in a really nice way to do about 11,000 things and you don't want to be a total bitch to him because he's asking in a really nice way and he's not asking you to do things like paint the freaking Sistine chapel or anything he's just asking you to put your laundry from the washer to the dryer which you really need to do anyway but haven't done because by God you are tired and need a minute to sit down and decompress without having to do anything but you begrudgingly get up and do what he asks? After you've done two loads of dishes in the dishwasher, helped with homework, cooked everyone dinner, and made a mad dash to the store because your son, as sweet as he may be, is the most forgetful child on the ever-loving planet and told you last night that he needed a secret Santa gift for TODAY?

So then after the dishes are done and the laundry is in the dryer and the gift is wrapped and everyone has had dinner and you are finally getting twenty seconds to sit your ass on the couch and read the newspaper you hear a sound that sounds suspiciously like vomiting? Because your daughter is vomiting? And not only is your daughter vomiting she has thrown up in her bed, in her bedroom floor, in the hallway, all over the bathroom floor, on the bathroom rug and a microscopic amount into the toilet? And you had pasta with RED SAUCE for dinner? And your carpet is a really light brown color? And so you have to undress a child who is covered in vomit and then get her cleaned up and clean up the massive amounts of puke that were everywhere in the house and seem to be multiplying in spades? At about 10 o'clock at night when you are so tired all you want to do is cry and sleep and cry and sleep?

And then? You finally get to bed at around midnight and fall into immediate and peaceful sleep and you wake up the next morning thinking maybe, just maybe that today will be a better day and then before 6:30am your son has spilled an entire container of Quik powder all over your kitchen floor?

And now that you are typing this you realize you forgot to pay your electric bill this month? And you can't remember your password as you log in frantically to pay it?


Anyone? Anyone at all?

22 comments:

Ali (oops) said...

Okay, yeah. That qualifies as one of 'those' days... and yeah, I've had one to many of those lately!

Anyhow, thank you for your comment on my blog... just wanted to let you know that I have started a new blog, private from friends & family this time... it's www.squishytushy.blogspot.com Hope to 'see' you there.

(Oh... should mention that I'm the girl formerly from A Kid Called Emma...)

Angie said...

I started to type "Been there, done that" but I'm not certain that I've hit a trifecta quite like you hit last night. . . and this morning.

Be blessed, Chick. Days off are on your horizon.

A's Mom said...

It must be the holidays... This sounds just like my life (without the vomit though). Hope she's feeling better today.

Kellie said...

Craptastic times a crapton more.

Sorry :(

nailgirl said...

Oh shit!! So sorry Chica, and yes I have had days like that.

sterlingirl said...

I wasn't laughing until I read about the Quik powder. Sorry, I laughed. Hope you have a better day today.

Bethany said...

I would go back to bed.

Hope the sickness doesn't spread.

Rachel said...

Jeez, that's one shitter of a day! But, you totally made my day with "douchiness"!

I hope Girl Child is ok today.

frannie said...

well, holy crap.

Sleeping Mommy said...

Unfortunately I'm very familiar with those types of days. As I always tell myself--This has to pass eventually, right?

Hang in there.

Sleeping Mommy

Edie said...

Ugh... I have days like that too and they are just miserable. :( I hope today is a better day for you. Tomorrow is Friday, so the weekend is not far away...

Hope your daughter is feeling better.

SJ said...

Oh yes. YES. All of it. I feel that way, every.single.day.

It's a great feeing to have when you wake up in the morning with the feeling that you suck at life.

Yep, that's me.

You are not alone girl, at all. I hope your day gets better!

Shari said...

This has been the last couple months of my life entirely.

My heart goes out to you in the biggest way my tiny little heart can.

And just so you know... ARGH!

Karen and Bill said...

Oh Lordy, I know that is how it goes. Sometimes you're the dog, and sometimes you're the hydrant. Holy crap!
BTW, isn't crap a great word?!? I use it a crapload of times a day, ya know?

Yeah, it's like that. And I'm WAY overdue for a vacation. Merry Christmas!!

Kimberly said...

I had that day about a week and a half ago.

And then I had it again yesterday.

I'm pretty sure that Christmas is trying to kill me.

~hugs~ Hope it gets better. And soon.

KiKi said...

WOW. Oh my. ****HUGS****

Morgan Leigh said...

Oh goodness. So sorry you are having a bad last couple of days. Really, I am.

Hope they'll get better!

1 plus twins said...

omg yes i have so had days almost exactly like that!! so sorry you had a day like that, my heart goes out to you. hope it gets better.

Lisa said...

Sweetheart, if I was one of your sycophants I would write some sappy note but honestly.....


HUUUUUGGGGGGG

As inadequate as that might be, I feel you, and today wasn't even that bad on this end, being as santa arrived and deposited all the wrapped stuff under the tree. She even channelled her mom and made some sad attempt to make the presents look pretty. ALSO my beautiful new kitchen (which is the size of a small bathroom...galley kitchen in a real house... TA LOCA) is nearly finished so honestly sugar pie I don't feel how you feel today...but

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGG

(there you got two, which is more than anyone who actually knows me in the flesh would get...)

and maybe i will tomorrow

Catwoman said...

I think you experienced the perfect storm.

But unfortunately, there was no George Clooney to make it at least a little better.

CPA Mom said...

yeah, my day today sucked monkeyballs. ((((hugs))))) to you!

Stephanie said...

Ugh. What a day! Seriously! I have had days like that in the past. I think we learn to make it to the toilet later on in life because we are the only person who will clean it up when we're older.

In our family it's like a contest when someone vomits... to see how many different places in the carpet that person can hit before actually getting to the toilet. And then? It goes all down the front of it, which in my opinion takes much more skill and aim than actually getting in the giant freakin' toilet bowl!

Hope your days since have been better! :)