Monday, April 13, 2009

Kathleen and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

I woke up with a splitting headache and a drippy nose. I hate allergies and sinus thingys. I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

The baby had woken me up at 4:30 in the morning while my husband got to sleep. I had to go up to her room only to have her tell me I forgot to say "good night" to her the night before. I hadn't forgotten. But that's all she wanted to tell me at 4:30 in the morning.

I think I'll move to New Zealand.

I had lots planned for the day, but Michael said he still didn't feel well, and I wasn't sure I believed him because maybe he was just trying to get out of school. There was a bad storm with lots of wind and lots of rain. No one else offered to try to convince the puppy to go out in the storm to poop. I had to do it.

I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

During school, no one would pay attention to me. They only paid attention to the storm. I wanted them to pay attention to me, me, me. Why doesn't anyone notice me? I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I could tell because the electricity went out at 10:00. And even though I tried to get everyone excited about living like Almanzo in Farmer Boy, no one was excited. I don't think I was excited either because my laundry stopped mid-cycle, my internet would not work, and our water pump on our well is also electric so there was no water. I bet there's lots of water in New Zealand.

All four kids had dentist appointments today, but we had to cancel Michael's because he was sick. The other three did very well, even the Princess, but I got a referral to an orthdontist for Alex. Braces cost lots of money. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

None of the kids had cavities, and the dentist told me what a good job I'm doing with their teeth. She just doesn't know that it's all luck and nothing I'm doing.

I wonder if I would be a better mommy in New Zealand.

When we got home, Audrey threw up, and there was no water to clean her up. Then the kids wanted to go for a walk to see the cool utility trucks fix the power line, but the dog was a pain, and Michael was whiny so we came home and

Audrey threw up some more. And there was nothing to do, so I tried to read a book, but it was getting too dark to see.

I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, I told everybody. And actually everyone agreed.

We couldn't make anything for dinner, so we had to order pizza, and I'm sick of pizza.

I had to cancel Field Day at co-op tomorrow because my kids are puking.

There was more vomit and no way to wash the vomit laundry.

It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I am a grown-up and know some days are like that.

And there are probably even power outages and throwing up in New Zealand.


CrossView said...

I'm trying so hard to be compassionate! Really, I am.... But you took one of my all-time favorite books in the world and retold it so fabulously that all I can do is read in amazement! Uh, would it help if I told you that you get an A+??!!

Here's hoping for electricity today. That should make it all better!

LoriM said...

Awww ... sounds awful! Hope today is better. (I love that book too - still own a copy).

Courtney said...

UUUUHHHHHH!! (Read that as a very loud breathing in/shocked sound.)
Puking and no power/water! I'm so sorry.
I can so sympathize. Tomorrow is a new day-hopefully one that will involve power and no puking.

Mitzi said...

Ughhh!!! That is for not being able to clean up the puke!!! We were without electricity until 10 this am. But...we had no puking episodes and water. Things can only get better, right?

4 Lettre Words said...

Wow...I'm so sorry and sure I the week is getting better! :o)

P.S. Love that title. We are big Horrible Harry fans!

John Roper said...

I've had days like that. I loved your rendition of that story, though, so as horrible a day as it was you made something productive out of it. You definitely have the writer's gift, Kathleen.