The Daniel Powter song Bad Day has been running through my head this morning. This week, I feel like Reality is having a big laugh at my expense, guffawing as it holds up a sign that reads Welcome to the Real World. The weekend was fairly easy, followed by the past couple of days of this:
1. Dad heading out yet again for an overnight business trip.
2. Putting a gaping hole in my tire while delivering Scentsy.
3. Finding someone to help put a spare on the mini van.
4. Waiting for more than an hour with 2 kids to get said tire replaced.
5. Taking 2 kids to my hair appointment in some fit of insanity because I didn’t want to cancel it and my hairdresser didn’t mind – and then having them act like hellions.
6. Taking 2 kids to the doctor’s office where the new computer system they are implementing resulted in 50 minutes in the waiting room, followed by 40 with doctor to get 2 kids checked.
7. Listening to my daughter screech like she’s being tortured while getting the flu mist.
7. Insanity at Subway while I tried to have a “fun” dinner with said crazy kids.
8. Both kids struggling to go to sleep while I endured what seemed like food poisoning.
9. Lying with my son exhausted at 11 pm praying that he will just go to sleep while watching a movie.
10. My daughter in our bed hogging space somewhere in the middle of the night.
11. Said daughter throwing a fit when it’s time to go home off of the school bus 2 days straight.
12. 1 year-old with snot gushing forth.
13. Lawn is overgrown, house is filthy, tried to rally the troops to help clean up, but I think they sensed that I’m just a lot of threats today.
….Now that I see the list, it’s kind of funny, really. And it could be much worse. Except I haven’t had a shower, my stomach is still churning, and my daughter is a no-go for naps.
I just thought I’d share this because sometimes things look overly pretty in blog land because we want to put on our best faces. But today is pretty crummy and I can hear the words:
Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the 
They tell me your blue skies fade to gray
They tell me your passion’s gone away
And I don’t need no carryin’ on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You’re faking a smile with the coffee you go
You tell me your life’s been way off line
You’re falling to pieces every time
And I don’t need no carryin’ on
Because you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Will you need a blue sky holiday?
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don’t need no carryin’ on
Tomorrow can only get better….right? :0)
Welll, hopefully tomorrow will be a little better day! Sounds like anyone would have a bad day with that list.
oh I’ve had a few days close to this list… not everything but, yah, pretty close!!! I think writing them down does make you laugh a bit… I just find something at least one good thing about the day and focus on that… Like today, my kids were animals all morning and would not stop fighting but my one good think I keep going back to is my son tickling his cranky sister while we were getting dressed to leave the house and he asking me to “hold this baby” and my daughter smiling up at me because I was rocking her in my arms! the rest of the day… I could have pulled my hair out and locked them in a room (but I digress) LOL
Your story reminded me of a song that I like…A few months ago, I had a really bad situtaion with a babysitter happen. Everyone kept telling me to pray about it. Then, a song became popular on the radio, I’ll Pray for You by Jaron & The Long Road to Love.
Anyways…your choice is more positive, but when I am feeling really crappy and ticked off…I like to put the song on my ipod and just “pray” 😉
I would never really do it…just makes me feel good to sing about it.
Yes, here’s to a better day!
Honey, don’t you know? Moms don’t get sick days. And they always happen at the worst times, or when Daddy’s out of town or MIA. I am so sorry!
;-(
HUGS!