Summer and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day
Sometimes, you just have one of those days.
You wake up aching from head to foot, sniffling and coughing. The throbbing in your head compounded by shouting little voices.
The husband is sick too and is leaving for work late and before noon has even arrived you’ve snapped at your him and your kids a few times. Then you have a miscommunication about who is supervising the kids during finger painting and both of you are astonished to emerge from where you had been, to see bright red foot prints on the carpet leading to the bathroom door.
Then there is more snapping about the poor communication and frustration as the husband has to leave for work and can’t help your aching self clean up the mess. The mess that is smeared over the entire table, two chairs and a good size section of carpet. The bright red mess that is now a rather visible pink reminder on the floor. Before scrubbing you put the children, who are also mostly red, into the shower.
You get things cleaned up just in time to hear moans of “I’m hungry!” and now it’s time to fix lunch. And when you open the fridge something catches the door. Knowing you probably shouldn’t, but impatient and already incredulous about things, you yank on the door to get the fridge open and the worcestershire sauce falls out, lid flies off and part of your kitchen floor is covered in brown liquid.
You shake your head and chuckle maniacally to yourself while sopping up the mess. “Of course!” you say, trying to laugh to keep the tears away.
Add to this that the baby won’t nap and has been screaming in her crib for the last half hour of cleaning and showering and cleaning again, and even laughing can’t keep the tears away.
After things have calmed down a bit, you get on the blog to write about it. Not for pity, but just to have other moms tell you that you’re not the only mother who has days where everything seems to combine against every ounce of patience you have. Right?
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HANG ON!!!! my dear Summer. I’ll be there in about 8 weeks to give you a break. Love, Mom
this is the third post today that was about a funk, a bad day, etc. most be something in the air !! hope it gets better soon.
Right! There really is something up right now…I’ve been having a string of days like that, and so have a lot of other gals I know. Someone’s out to get us! It’s a conspiracy!!! Ack…gurgle gurgle…
Sheesh, that makes my day sound like a day in the park, but it sure feels like a bad day here, too.
You’re not alone! But I hope you feel better soon, and that order is restored to the universe quickly.
I hate days like these.
Let’s move to Australia.
Oh, and SpotShot is amazing for getting all kinds of stains out of carpets.
Right! But thankfully they’re not everyday and tomorrow you might get a chance to take a breather.
That’s the lovely thing about tomorrow.
Um, yeah. Been there so often recently I’d like to scream. You’ll make it!! Here’s hoping tomorrow is better!
Yes, you’re right. I’m so, so sorry. I wish I could beam you some chocolate. But instead, and mostly unrelated, I just sent you some sunshine via UPS. Your previous package came back to me 2 days ago (weeks upon weeks after sending it to you originally) in a crumpled mess. I think it’s gone halfway around the world and to the bottom of the ocean. (What can brown do for YOU?) Hopefully the “do-over” gets to you super duper fast.
NO! STUPID ME!!!! NOT CHOCOLATE! How could I forget? I did NOT mean to say that I wish I beam you a horrible allergic reaction that would make you miserable for weeks or months on end!
I wish I could beam you … um … sorry, I honestly can’t think of anything culinarily (is too a word) comforting besides chocolate, but that’s just me. So here’s a cyber hug: *hug*
LOL. I need to stop. Now.
I’m so sorry you’ve had a terrible, rotten, no good, very bad day. It is so frustrating after one of those days to look back at it at the end of the day and remembering just how bad it was. Here’s wishing you thoughts for a wonderful, awesome, all great, very good day tomorrow.
LOL! Kenna, thanks for making me laugh.
Poor Summer! Just hang in there. Love you. :)
What a day you’re having. I’m just sick… sounds like we both have the same thing. I hope you’re better soon… and that tomorrow is less messy than today!
You’re not the only mother who has days where everything seems to combine against every ounce of patience you have. Did I say it right? Do you feel better now? I hope tomorrow is better.
Right! When it rains…
Oh my - is it ok to laugh at a mom who’s had such a day? Sorry, I meant laugh WITH her, not AT her… :)
Yep, we’ve all been there - but being able to blog about and share it does make it at least a little bit better, I hope!
Wishing you a much better day tomorrow…
Ugh!
I so hear you on this!
Hope your days get better soon.
Also: the blogging bit? That’s exactlywhy I blog. It maintains my (ever failing) sanity.
Hugs
Gosh, I had a pretty bad day also. I think I’ll blog about it, too.