This is my whiny blog. I have had a day, a not so good one....it is almost over and all but there is still time to trip-fall and bust my nose or drop something I like.
Today started off much like every other day, except Daddy didn't lay out the fashion mini Diva's clothing and she had a meltdown. So being a Wednesday, the day I have to leave at least 30 minutes early, she threw a fit. It wasn't fun, but we finally got dressed and got out of the house. Then there was traffic. So I was three (no biggie) minutes late for a meeting, but still I don't like being late and making an entrance. Then work. Great place to be. I went to my desk to immediately find that a wrapped gift that was on my desk when I left work was now gone. I was ROBBED. How sucky. It instantly put me in a pretty pissy mood. Mean people suck. That is still my favorite bumper sticker and if anyone sees it, buy it for me and send me the bill. I want it, I need it. Better yet, I need it on a T-shirt.
So the day went on. My left food ached all day and I didn't know why. I thought because I walked a lot yesterday, but who has time to think that it may be something, anything else. Then at the end of the long day....I went to grab a box of candy that was full from behind my desk to find that the box was there, and it was completely empty. Fuckers. Some arseholes stole my candy too. We are in a freaking ES, what is that about? I also had a meeting that was fairly intense and I just wanted to go home.
So I leave, get the mini Diva and head home. I am late. I don't want to miss the bus. I don't because it is 20 minutes late. I had to go in the house because on top of all of the day's previous b.s. I start my period. Great. Just kick me in the nuts too why don't you.
We are not done yet.
My foot is killing me, but I have things to do like make cupcakes for the kid's Halloween party Friday night. I get all the stuff out, dump it in the bowl and go to find that I only have 2 of the 3 eggs needed. Growl. Snarl. I should have listened to my wise son and just used the 2, who would know? All I thought was that if I do that, it may screw it all up and I would have to make another batch and I just won't have that.
Hubby comes home, we all pile in the car and I finally look at my foot to find some form of deep sliver in my heel. I dig in the car with a utility knife...while moving...hubby slams on the breaks it slips and I cut my arm and am need of 7 stitches which I took without any anesthetic.. (just messing...I would never fabricate something like that, especially in memoir form, The Omighty Queen (dislike immensely) may bust me....I was just doing a little James Frey) No... back to reality...I couldn't get the damn sliver out and I think I pushed it in further. So we arrive at our destination. The doctor's office. Yippie! We stand in line for over thirty minutes to get flu shots. How fun! My foot hurts, my guts are falling out, I had a long day and need to go home.
After a jaunt to my friend Joe's, he's a Trader you know, to get the eggs and other staples...we head home. It is now past seven, the kids have not eaten and they are slowly melting. As am I. Hubby tries to dig the sliver with an Xacto knife to no avail. The thing is still in there. Kids are now in bed. Clothes are laid out. Teeth brushed. Dishes in dishwasher and I am busted tired. Cupcakes are done. Things picked up but not quite done for Friday's festivities, but I can hardly care at this moment. I am sitting here thinking about going to bed, but it is going to hurt walking up the stairs. Oh, did I mention that I gave up sugar too....until Halloween. That is -not one candy corn, not one cookie or smidgen of anything. Man do I need a fix...now I know what it is like to crave something that makes you feel better. I would love to go and pour a big glass of milk and eat some chocolate....but I won't. I have will power. I will just go find my cigarettes and glue instead.
So back to the present. I am finishing this up, hubby is messing with a huge electronic disaster next to me and all I have to look forward to is starting this all over tomorrow. NO! That is negative. I am not going to let one bad day take me down. Nope. Not me. If you don't have a crappy day once and awhile you won't appreciate the good days. Tomorrow is going to be much better I know it...I am willing it....I don't care if I am limping and I can't lift my left arm due to the shot...dammit it is going to be better...Om! If you see me..give me shit....you know I would you....being picked on by your friends is one of the most popular ways to show you care....and it is cheaper than Hallmark. So goodnight..Farewell to this day and to all....For tomorrow is a new day and I shall tackle it with a smile....whatever.
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boo hoo. Whatever. My son has uncontrollable, explosive diarrhea and I'm at home doing laundry. The laundry that usually doesn't see the light of day for years because it just sits in the basement, waiting for it's turn in the washer, always butted out for something MORE important like underwear and socks. The tableclothes and oven mitts. The solitary winter glove. The lonely pillowcase that hasn't been used in months because it keeps getting shoved to the bottom of the pile. Sorting and sorting and finding all the wash cloths -- OHHHHHH here they are (I just kept buying new ones wondering where the old ones were). You see, my husband is in charge of the laundry and he doesn't like that miscellaneous stuff.
OK, I do feel bad for you and you're crappy day. But I bet mine is full of more shit. . . :-)
Today will be better, of course, Sister D.
Here comes the sun -doo doo doo doo-- here comes the sun -- doo doo doo doo - It's alright.
notice the double entendre with the doo doo. Hope this makes you smile.
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