What a day!

At the breakfast table I talked to Ry about everything that I “discussed” with him all night. He remembered nothing. Perfect. So glad my speech had such a profound impact.


5 mins from my house while trying to get on the frontage road to get on the highway, I rear-end someone. She let off the brake, I thought she went so I looked to my left to make sure it was clear, stepped on the gas and BAM. I hit her. She hesitated. Perfect. Good morning. First time I’ve done that. She gets out and starts yelling at me that she’s late to an appointment now. I offer to give her my info so she can get on her way, but she declines. “She knows people like me and has had people do this and not pull through before”. Lovely…thanks for placing me with that group of losers. Superb. Let’s sit here, blocking traffic for a MINOR incident and wait for the police…why not?

I am stressed. Things are not perfect at home. Things are not perfect at Ry’s school. Things are not perfect at my work. My mind is exhausted. My ulcer is flaring up…bad. The OTC meds aren’t working this time…uh oh, I’m more stressed than I can easily cope with now. Yikes. Big decisions to make at work and they are weighing heavily on me.

I call a friend to vent and she suggests I run to Starbucks for the calming herbal tea (it works wonders she says). My stomach is so upset that I clearly won’t be able to eat. I head to Starbucks to get the tea, calmly wait for the lady in front of me to add at least 17 packets of Splenda into her coffee (one packet at a time, stir, check…nope, not enough artificial sweetener, let’s try one more…) and proceed to head back out to my busted up car. When out of nowhere, birds fly over me and not only crap all over my car, but also on my white shirt. ARE YOU SERIOUS? How can all of this be happening? I can’t even make this stuff up…this is my life…WELCOME.

I call my friend back to vent and tell her she gave me the worst advice ever and she starts laughing. Of course, why not?

Long and tough afternoon at work.

Pick Ry up from school. Please have green, please have green. “Hi Mama, I got yellow. Where’s Martina?” Yellow? You have to be kidding me? After my wonderful speeches? And to top it off you’re sad that I’m picking you up instead of the babysitter? Perfect.

I get home and check the mail. Today, of all days, comes the ER bill from Ry’s Thanksgiving fall. Great timing. Yes, I’d love to pay you. There’s also a yellow notice on the door from the bug guy…oh yeah. I had an appointment today and forgot. Nothing like a yellow flyer on your front door that says NO SHOW for all the neighbors to see. Perfect.

And that ladies and gents is what I call a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Here’s to hoping tomorrow is better!